A bit of my story....💕🌼

I was never what someone would be described as overweight, but I was never ever described as thin or skinny either. I guess you could say I was what you would call average. Although in my mind, I was chubby.

As a child, I heard me being described as “chunky”.

My mother was overweight and let me know constantly that I needed to “be careful” with my weight, all with love and good intent. She struggled her entire life once she had her first child. Julie, my older sister, was the skinny one. She was great at ballet, gymnastics, and sports. I was into music, dancing, and cupcakes. Or, dingdongs. I also had a passion for lime or orange sherbet. I know mom could tell that I just liked food. I also enjoyed cooking at a young age. I was extremely active, enjoyed swimming, riding bikes, and softball.

In high school, I never really had to struggle with my weight because I was so active. Mom had stopped saying anything to me. It was as if that fear of me becoming like her had gone.

However, that all changed. My freshman year in college is when the battle with food began. It became almost toxic. I went on some crazy “sunshine” diet. I was supposed to eat only boiled eggs and grapefruit-or this is how I remember it. I lost 10 pounds. However, I slowly put it back on once I went back to eating my normal way.

I had a love-hate relationship with food for well over 30 years.

Those who knew me really did not know. I have learned a lot about myself in the last 10 years about my struggle. It stemmed from wanting to make my mother proud and she wanted me "just not to be like her" is what she would say. She did not want me to be overweight. What is ironic, is my mom was a great mom. She was funny, caring, community giver, and the poster child of a "mama bear". No one better harm her kids! She never met a stranger. I wanted to be like her and it did not have to be always about weight.

So, wanting to please her...and myself, I kept this constant diet drama in my head.

Diet after diet, failure after failure, program after program. The “start-over” cycle went on and on..all for around 10 pounds. Yes, I lost and gained that stupid 10 pounds at least 100 times.

Finally, exhausted, defeated, and sick of all the diet-drama, I finally had enough. Yes, I was almost 50 at the time. I started searching for answers. I read book after book, podcast after podcast, and I realized a few things that I was doing very wrong.

I was making this way of eating too hard, restrictive, and almost abusive. Once I started having fun by exploring what felt good in my body AND treating myself with compassion and lots of curiosity, it all started falling into place. I felt like I hit the lottery.

After a 37-year career in the fashion retail industry, I went back to school to study psychology, and became a certified health and life coach. I love coaching. What is crazy is that sometimes our issues such as weight, or maybe low energy, or as one client said "just feeling no zest" it usually is our thoughts and how we deal with our emotions. Learning and practicing how to control our thoughts and not react to an emotion but embrace and let it pass, it all comes to light! We can look and feel our best. No matter what age.

When I was working on my certifications and building my program, I would often think of my mom and know she would be extremely proud that I am helping others like her.

I know I have found my purpose.🌻💖

If you know someone that would like to chat with me, they can send me an email at janiehundcoaching@gmail.com or even book a consultation https://calendly.com/janiehundcoaching/my-story

During the call, we can even uncover some of their reasons for why they are struggling to reach their goals...one thought and emotion at a time!

Have a beautiful day!