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I am a TBB Coach and becos I have learned so much on my journey with Beachbody, I want to pay it forward and help others to achieve their goals.

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I have never really needed to exercise because I was the type of person who could eat anything and not gain an ounce. I wasn’t into sports

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I am a TBB Coach and becos I have learned so much on my journey with Beachbody, I want to pay it forward and help others to achieve their goals.

If you need help with your journey and think we could work together, drop me a note at wanaka@beachbodycoach.com

I have never really needed to exercise because I was the type of person who could eat anything and not gain an ounce. I wasn’t into sports in high school and when I was in my early twenties, I had two small daughters who kept me active. I also worked full time but didn’t do much else except tend to family and home in Seattle. Our family recreation involved eating out at seafood places, camping, going to movies, playing in parks, watching ball games (husband was a high school coach and part-time referee), hosting card nights and bowling with friends. At this time I weighed 105 pounds. In my late 20’s I became a single parent and replaced ball games and bowling with one of my favorite pastimes - dancing.

Things changed when I was 38 because that’s when I started gaining a few pounds each year. I chalked it off to “I’m older, that’s the way it is”. I was on my second marriage living in Iowa, had just had my third daughter, and eating a lot of home cooked meals which included corn, potatoes, cheese, pork and beef. I had been working at a sit-down job for a couple years and I certainly wasn’t active. *sigh*

I decided to start exercising from magazine articles, library books, and with tapes that I purchased. But since there was no support from anyone or structure to all this, it would only last a few weeks then I was back to not doing anything until I got fed up with myself again. I also tried all kinds of diet pills and aids to no avail and for about 11 years kept gaining and losing the same 10 to 12 pounds. I got up to 125 pounds, the heaviest I had ever been in my life.

Then in September of 2000 we went to Maui for almost three weeks to celebrate my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary. I made up for loss time of not eating all the delicious Hawaiian dishes I love and gained 3 pounds. Back home again, I embarked on yet another attempt to shed the 3 plus pounds, when I received a phone call from my Mom in November that my Dad was killed in a motorcycle accident. We went back for another 3 weeks and I gained another 3 pounds. When we returned home in December, I was so depressed about my father that I let myself go and gained even more. Then one morning in May of 2001, and weighing 135 pounds, I got down on my knees and prayed that something would happen because I did not want to accept that I would be fat for the rest of my life.

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