When I had my son, I gained 40 pounds—15 of which never came off. It doesnt help that I love to bake and that my husband and stepson are into junk food. Ive been trying to run twice a week, but if it doesnt happen first thing in the morning, it doesnt happen at all. People used to comment on how nicely defined my shoulders and quads were, but I cant remember the last time I heard that. I want to look strong and athletic again, and set a good example for my family.

Ive spent the better part of my life taking care of everyone else, and my health has taken a backseat. Food is my drug. Theres nothing I love more than a potato—however you cook it, I want to eat it! I often dont get home from work until 9 oclock, and Im too worn out by then to put together a healthy dinner. And I have exercise equipment that I dont use. The good news? When I set a goal, I achieve it. I want to be healthier, and Im ready to finally focus on myself.