Long story short. I was 8 when my mom suddenly passed away from a stroke. I was 8. Growing up, I dreaded my 36th birthday. I was terrified to my core about that day. I wasn't sure if I was afraid of outliving her or that I wouldn't outlive her. I decided a week or so before my 36th birthday (1/28/17), that my 36 would be different than hers. I was overweight by almost 100 pounds and knew it was time. I owed it to her to be better. I made an appointment with my doctor and had a full panel drawn. I was pre-diabetic, low in Vitamin B and D, and my hormones were a mess. I was sick. With the help of a wonderful doctor, I've gotten my levels back where they should be and taken control of my diet. I've lost 27 pounds so far. I feel amazing and am looking forward to my healthy journey. So I've decided to throw some running in. Can't wait to get going!