My Intervention

Soooo after being fed up with my situation... I called Kenya Crooks...Let me start by saying that I had tried  working out before with Kenya by using his video workouts and even Skype...that lasted every bit of a week---not because what he did wasn't working, because I had not hit rock bottom with being overweight and therefore my mind, body, and soul were not committed. Having said all that, when I made that call in May 2010, I was at rock bottom. Now I could in no way afford the one-on-one price that was on his website, what I did say to him was look " You are my last resort for LAP BAND SURGERY and this is what I can afford reasonably." He worked with me and he has been a God send. I know the first 3 months working out with Kenya one-one-one made the difference in my life. I was running distances I had not ran, doing 300 jump ropes, and any other crazy excercises he came up with. I lost 30 the first month without diet pills, starvation or any other fads.....just pure hard work and changing how I ate. My baby (Tyler) was even cheering me on when I would workout. He would run with me sometimes. Now he loves fruits, veggies, water. He rarely eats candy or junk. I said all that to say...we have to be examples for our children. They learn by example. Don''t make your bad habits become their bad habits.

Now how many of you know that anything you want, you have to work hard for and want it bad enough...I am so thankful for Kenya's committment to as he always says "curing obesity one booty at a time". He is a motivator, a spiritual leader, and truly committed to helping us be better for our children, families and ourselves.  This is obviously dedicated to Mr. Crooks my intervener.

Question: Who or what will be your intervention and will you recognize them or it when God sends them?

Next: It ain't been an easy road

Allow me to introduce myself

Who am I? I am Tabatha Presley, a 41 year old that lived trapped for years in a body that wasn't mine. Ok so it was my body, but all the fat on my body was not who God wanted me to be.

It was May 2010 and we had done a family photo shoot. Of course for whatever reason I said hey let's all wear white. Well let me tell you something, that white shirt revealed all my hidden fat secrets. I now know why black was my favorite color, because it hid all the fat. Well after looking at all those pictures I actually was disgusted with the way I looked.  My face had never looked fatter until that day and my stomach looked like an inner tube, muffin top, love handle (whatever you want to call it) out of control. I just looked blowed up all over.

However, that wasn't what made me say "enough is enough." I had visited a friend later on that evening and being silly he snapped a picture of me from behind. Being honest and having very little tact, he said "girl what are those wings you have on your back?" I was like what are you talking about....well when I saw that picture I was fit to be tied. They (the fat that hangs over your bra) looked like two wings on both sides. That picture and that day was the first step toward my renewed spirit.

Question: What is it going to take to make you take that first step?

Coming up next: My Intervention