Our Story: How It All Started
My name is Sarah. My husband Michael and I are both 45, and for the past few years, something wasn't right. I still remember the day I cried in front of the mirror, not recognizing the tired face staring back at me.
Every morning felt like a battle. We'd wake up exhausted, drag ourselves through the day, and collapse on the couch by 7 PM. The weight wouldn't budge. Every afternoon, we felt like we needed to lie down. We stopped playing with our kids — we were simply too tired.
⚠️ What we were dealing with
- ✗ Stubborn weight that wouldn't budge
- ✗ Constant exhaustion, crashing every afternoon
- ✗ Feeling older than 45, like we were already 60
We tried everything — strict diets, gym memberships at 5 AM, expensive supplements that promised miracles. "Maybe this is just what getting older feels like," Michael said one night, defeated. I refused to accept that.
Then one Sunday, I remembered my grandmother Martha. At 87 years old, she still woke up at dawn, tended her garden every day, and had more energy than both of us combined. "There has to be something she knows that we don't," I told Michael.
The following weekend, we packed our bags and drove 4 hours to visit her.
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