It's a universal law: Every worthy goal in life takes persistence, dedication and effort.
AS A PERSONAL fitness trainer, I spend my days on the front lines of America's war on fat. Working one-on-one with clients, I hear all their fitness complaints and problems.
Every day my goal is to educate and motivate. I try to cut through the myths and help people get the best and most out of their lives - no gimmicks.
But being a personal fitness trainer is no bed of roses. Sure, I'm in the gym all day, but I'm working, not working out. And when I leave the gym, I face the same temptations you do.
Today, I have summoned the courage to share my personal struggle with weight loss, working out and maintaining a healthy lifestyle.
Like many of you, I have wrestled with 25 - or more - excess pounds. I've lost battles with cheesesteaks, chocolate and wine. I've come up with excuses for my weight: "It's my genetics"; "Hey, I'm big-boned"; "It's my metabolism." I've blamed others - like my husband - for my lack of self-control.
The truth of the matter is that there is only one person responsible for my success or failure, my weight loss or weight gain, and that person is ME.
That reality may be painful to face, but it is incredibly empowering to realize that you are the co-creator of your life; you can do whatever you put your mind to.
The camera didn't lie
Look at this photo of me, taken in 2004. I was mortified when I first saw that photograph. I looked at it in horror, because I hadn't realized I had packed on some major pounds.
Sure I was working out every day and sometimes twice a day. But I was also overeating with abandon, having whatever I pleased and not keeping track of my weight.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and this shot spoke volumes. When I saw it, I knew that to get back into my skinny jeans, I would have to get back to basics. It was time to restore balance and moderation in my life.