CHAPTER TWELVE

I WAS four months into exercising and eating healthy and weighed one hundred and twenty-five pounds as I stepped down from the scale. I was almost two hundred pounds lighter, it was incredible. Marjorie screamed and gave me a big hug and I cried as we hugged.

"I can't believe it. I can't believe I did it." I sniffed after I untangled my arms from her body.

"Yes, you did. I can't tell you how proud I am. Many clients have worked into this gym wanting to get this same result and left disappointed because they weren't ready to commit fully but you did and it payed off. Congratulations!"

"Thanks, for everything. Your support and friendship kept me going on most days," I said to her.

"You're welcome, this is the reason I do this. We have to celebrate."

"We do. I hope you're not thinking of doing that with more exercise though?"

"Who do you think I am? We have champagne in the gym for this sort of occasion. I'm going to get a bottle for this, to celebrate your journey."