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Hi, my name is Lisa Jacobsen. I am 41 years old and live in Luverne, ND (population 42). I am the clerk of court/recorder for our county seat, married almost 20 years, and the mother of 3 active children (ages 14, 12 and 5) and an independent Team Beachbody coach. The story I am about to share with all of you is something that is very close to my heart. I have found that by expressing my

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Hi, my name is Lisa Jacobsen. I am 41 years old and live in Luverne, ND (population 42). I am the clerk of court/recorder for our county seat, married almost 20 years, and the mother of 3 active children (ages 14, 12 and 5) and an independent Team Beachbody coach. The story I am about to share with all of you is something that is very close to my heart. I have found that by expressing my feelings in writing, it has helped me cope with all my emotions that I have dealt with this past year. A year ago in April, I lost my dad. He alone, raised me from the age of 3. He was my ROCK and now I am dealing with all the emotions that goes with losing someone very special to me. My dad was a very overweight man (pushing 400lbs), with Type 1 diabetes and other health related issues, who didn't take very good care of himself. His solution to it all was to go ahead and do gastric bypass surgery. I was TOTALLY against this from the start. He, being a stubborn German, he didn't care what I thought, that it was his body and he was determined to do this. As he prepared for the surgery, he had to lose 50 lbs before they would even consider doing the surgery. He did it and I said "see dad, you did it and if you continue to watch what you eat, you don't need the surgery". Again, what did I know? On April 15th, I took him down for his surgery...once again I PLEADED for him not to do it as I was afraid he wouldn't wake up. Again, he heard nothing I said. He had the surgery and was in the hospital for 5 days. He sometimes questioned himself to "why" he did what he did when he wasn't allowed to eat or drink for 3 days...I could tell he was getting weaker but the doctors knew what they were doing. I brought him home and I could see that depression was starting to set in. His lifestyle had now changed forever. He begged for me to make his favorite cookies, etc, but I wouldn't do it for him as I knew it was the best thing for him. I hated to see him this way, as he was STARVING!!! The following week, I was preparing to take him to his doctor appointment. I had gotten a call from our local ambulance the night before, as dad had fallen in between his bed and the closet and couldn't get up. He was STUCK for 6 hours. He managed to reach a phone by pulling on the sheet of the bed. He called 911 as he knew I was 30 minutes away. The ambulance assured me that he was fine. Dad talked to me and said don't bother to come up as he was fine and that I would see him in the morning when I would pick him up for his appointment. The next morning I arrived to the house. He was STRUGGLING to get out bed. He was gray. I told him, "dad, we have to go to the doctor today" and he said, "I can't, as I don't feel well". I said that I didn't care and that I was in charge of him now. I said that we needed to get in the car and get to the doctor. He had no strength and with all my might I couldn't get him up. I told him that I needed to call the ambulance and he agreed. I called and PHYSICALLY held him up until they arrived. I told him that no matter what happens that I loved him and that I would do my best to get him better. Those were my last words. As I let go of him, he fell to the ground. My dad, my rock, was gone. Whew...breathe. So this is where I am in my life. I still feel lost but trying to cope with things differently. I have decided it is TIME to do something for ME and this is what I have decided to do with the help of my cousin and now COACH, Rachel, who also lost her dad in November to cancer. With all the stress, depression, etc, I gained some UNWANTED weight as I just didn't have the energy to do anything. I came up with all the excuses of, "it's too cold, hot, windy or too busy" and the list goes on. I don't have time to attend monthly weight meeting or find the time to go to a gym with all the kids hectic schedules. My cousin, Rachel, started P90x and let me tell you, the results are AMAZING and I can't tell you how PROUD I am of her. She convinced me to try it and I contemplated back and forth..and bam...I went ahead and signed up as a COACH. Yes, you can call me COACH LISA or COACH RIZZO (leader of the pack), whatever you prefer. I wanted to be COMMITTED and this was my way of knowing I had to do it for ME!! I wanted to change my lifestyle to eating healthier, losing weight and kicking my diabetes to the curb. I am just starting and let me tell you, my body hurts like HELL but in a good way (if that makes any sense). My daughter, Alyssa, is also doing it with me and it is a great way to get in shape for the upcoming sports season. July 14th would have been my dad's 67th birthday (too young). I stopped at his resting place and told him what I was doing in memory of him. I am hoping he is looking down at me and saying "I should have LISTENED to her"...seriously...that he is proud of what I am doing for myself and my family. As Miley's Cyrus's song "The Climb" (my motto song) goes.."I gotta keep trying, keep my head high...doesn't matter how fast I get there or whatever is on the otherside, it's the CLIMB". I know I will stumble a few times, but I will get up, brush it off and move on..So I hope everyone will join me on the CLIMB!!!! And as Tony Horton, P90x guru would say...."BRING IT!!!"

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