Tomorrow Never Comes:
How making “tomorrow” today changed my body and my life

I know something that many other personal trainers do not.

I didn’t learn it in school; I didn’t learn it at a workshop. It helps me be a better trainer, a passionate instructor, and a more understanding person.

My “something” is both simple and powerful: I know what it feels like to be fat, out of shape, and unable to tie my shoes.

As a teenager and young adult I was not fat. Yes, I did have some “heavier” times, depending on my stress level. I exercised a lot: biked to school/work, exercised at the gym, walked everywhere. So my taking comfort in food didn’t show – I worked off whatever I ate. At 19 I also began teaching group exercise classes, which I did for many years. But despite my teaching, the excess calories began to show. I was 5’1” and 164 pounds by the time I was 26 years old.

Every day I would wait for “tomorrow” to start my diet. I had started and failed hundreds, if not thousands, of times. And every tomorrow would become another tomorrow. And another. So the weight kept piling on. I stopped exercising. By the time my father became terminally ill with cancer in April of 2003 I weighed 184 pounds. The next four months, as I cared for him, food kept me going and made me feel comforted. When my father passed away that August I was 198 pounds, my highest weight ever.

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