Okay, friends, buckle up because today I’m serving up a slice of humble pie. I’m about to spill the beans on what may be the biggest mistake I’ve ever made—like, ever. And let me tell you, it’s been a game-changer in how I think, how I feel, and (oh boy) what I put in my mouth. Yep, this is the big reveal.

But first, a little reminder for those who don’t know me—I’m your go-to gal for helping women over 40 get healthy, lose that belly fat (the pesky stuff that clings on like it's got a permanent lease), boost their energy, and totally transform how they think about weight loss.

Now, let’s get to the juicy part. Here’s what I’ve learned on this crazy health journey: I’m a human being who can absolutely crush it and fall flat on my face—just like everyone else. When I first started this whole thing, I ditched all the lies I’d been told about food, my body, and the nonsense we’re fed about what it takes to lose weight. I embraced the truth and started figuring out how everything in this amazing body of mine works together to keep me feeling fabulous.

But, what I didn’t see coming? Life. Yep, life decided to sucker-punch me right in the gut. One minute, I’m coasting along, feeling all kinds of great, and the next? Bam. Totally knocked off my game. And let me tell you, if you don’t stay laser-focused on taking care of you, it can send you right back to where you started. Or, in my case, gaining weight I thought I’d kissed goodbye forever. Fun, right?

Here’s the big mistake I made: I put everything and everyone else first. I mean, I threw my whole heart into situations that weren’t mine to own in the first place. I was the caretaker—not the owner—and I got lost in it. When those circumstances changed, my world? Completely rocked. I spiraled into this weird, numb state. Was it depression? Not exactly. But it definitely wasn’t a good place.

And you know what happened next, right? I stopped caring about how I looked. Forget about eating well—I wasn’t even thinking about food. And when I did eat, well, let's just say I fell back into my old junk-food-junkie ways. Anything to turn off my brain and just feel something.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I know better. I’ve been preaching about this stuff for years. But it happened. My heart hurt, and I fed my mouth to shut my brain up. And guess what? I gained 30 pounds. In 30 days. Talk about a crash course in self-sabotage.

So, why would you want to follow me after that, huh? Why trust me to help you with your own health and weight loss journey when I clearly face-planted into a pile of potato chips?

Here’s why. Because I own my mess-ups. I admit when I’ve gone off the rails. And more importantly, I know how to stop the train before it completely derails. Yes, it was a rough 30 days. Yes, I did some damage to my body. But here’s the thing—I turned it around. I’m on the mend, feeling stronger, clearer, and more determined than ever. And I’m ready to help you get started on your journey too.

So, who’s with me? 🙋‍♀️

If you’re reading this on my blog, hit that message button and let’s chat. If you’re reading this in my newsletter, go ahead and reply to the email. Raise your hand, shout it out, and say, “Carla, I’m in! I wanna do what you did.”

And if you heard about me from a friend, neighbor, or family member, ask them, “How do I get in touch with Carla? I want more energy. I want to feel better. I want to get rid of this belly fat that’s been holding me back for way too long.”

So there you have it, folks. That’s the real deal. My big, messy, totally human mistake. And my commitment to help you avoid making the same one. I’m here for you, ready to guide you, and I can’t wait to see what amazing things we’ll accomplish together.

Who's ready to kick this thing into high gear? 🚀