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Be Inspired – A Real Life Story featuring Results Member Chris White

Last summer I took my two grandsons to Legoland. At a boat ride, I watched an overweight mom struggle to fit into the seat with her son. That used to be me…I can distinctly remember taking my children snow tubing at Soda Springs and being so heavy that the tube sunk in the snow instead of sliding downhill. I sat on a bench all day while my boys had fun.


I’ve always been overweight. In my late-30s, I went through a tough divorce, being a single mother, two years of unemployment and bad jobs. I buried my problems with food and became an obese, unhealthy, unhappy single mother. I knew I needed to break the cycle of feeding my unhappiness, and was sure there was a secret to losing weight that didn’t require much effort and wouldn’t cause pain.

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I switched to diet soda and reduced-fat potato chips. I ate a big salad with dressing for dinner. I joined a gym and went a couple of times. I tried Weight Watchers, Atkins, South Beach, Slim Fast, Alli and every other quick fix that came along. And I was still fat.

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I sought out stories about people who lost a lot of weight hoping to learn the secret, but they all said the same thing, “It’s a lifestyle change.” I rolled my eyes as I sat in size 28 jeans eating a bowl of light ice cream. Lifestyle change. Please.

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Then, in my mid-40s, the day came. You know the day…the one where you are fed up with yourself and done with excuses. I decided that I wanted to be thin. I stopped buying junk food—not even for my sons—and we all started eating sensibly. We all went for walks and bike rides together. I dropped 80 pounds and was wearing a size 16. It was a big change, but I wasn’t thin.

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I started going to Curves. I barely moved when exercising because it hurt and justified eating more because I was exercising. I gained 12 pounds in the first three months. I readjusted my dieting and started pushing myself at the gym. As I gained muscle, exercising hurt less. Before long, I was in a size 12. A smaller size than I wore in high school.


By my 50th birthday I was down to a size 10 and one day noticed my tricep flexing. Who knew I had triceps? They’d been buried under flab since I was a kid. It motivated me to work with a personal trainer and I was delighted to watch jiggling fat turn into muscle. And to see size 10 turn into size 8. Well on my way to being thin.

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Then I tore three of the rotator cuffs and my bicep while fishing. It took 17 pins to put the muscles and tendons in my right shoulder back together.

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For months I was confined to a chair while my shoulder healed. I gained 15 pounds and was devastated. I could see the fat girl coming back. As the pins took root, I eased back in exercising and started working with Kami, who was also recovering from an arm injury. I was so concerned that my arms were becoming like jelly that I didn’t notice all the lower body and core work that Kami had me do turned my abs from Pillsbury doughboy to sculpted.


When Kami started working at Results, she encouraged me to join. My right arm was weak and had no range of motion; it was a T-Rex arm. The workouts were really tough I’d get discouraged with my limitations, sometimes to the point of tears. I was self-conscious about doing modified exercises and embarrassed that I couldn’t keep up with others. When we ran laps, I was the last one in the door. Support and encouragement from the coaches and the 6:30am team kept me going, though, and soon I realized that the only person I should measure to was me. Could I do more than I could last week? Soon, could raise my right arm over my head.

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I could feel my body changing, too. Clothes fit differently, my endurance was increasing and it seemed that every week I could do something that I couldn’t do before, in and outside the gym. I finally felt I was on the way to being thin.


During the Eat Clean challenge, Hortencia posted a meme about the difference between being thin and feeling strong. I’ve been so focused on thin that I didn’t notice much stronger my muscles are. It’s more than being about to lift weight with my T-Rex arm. I’m aware of a strong core when my back doesn’t hurt after standing all day, or when I wave and my bat wings don’t flap. My resolve is stronger, too, to do one more rep when I’m tired. I have stronger willpower to choose healthy food when I really want Ruffles. And my self-image is stronger…I am not defined by a clothing size.

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As I watched the woman at Legoland give up on riding in the boat with her son, I had a stab of regret that I waited so long to get into shape. How many times were my sons disappointed that I sat on the sidelines while they played? My grandchildren are never going to know that woman, though. When we got in our boat, we had plenty of room for three.

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