Sure, I talk about it a lot because it is what many look to as a measure for success, but I don’t really care about how much weight you lose – I care about how much you growth you experience.

Weight loss is a by product of growth…

I view myself less and less as a fitness professional and trainer and more as a growth specialist. “If you aren’t growing, you are dying.” I can’t agree more with this famous quote! When I sit down with clients, many times it becomes clear they feel stuck. Sometimes they aren’t happy in their careers or their marriages are struggling and they just don’t feel good about themselves. In many cases, these people have stopped growing and are merely existing as time passes by. Fortunately, by the time I meet with them, they have realized they want more out of their lives and are seeking help.

This is what gets us trainers at the Fit Moms Transformation Center so pumped up…to see people fully living.

Before I share with you a really awesome story about a Killer Kurves client named Ivy (she has lost well over 65 lbs and her husband about the same, but again that weight loss is just a by-product of their growth), I want to invite anyone who has 40 or more lbs to lose to join our next Killer Kurve 12 week sessionI can honestly say there isn’t a program like Killer Kurves in the world. It is so hard to explain in words what makes this program so special and unique, it is something that needs to be experienced.

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The K2 video on the above link will give you a glimpse into this amazing community. This photo shows how much fun this group has together, too! 


Here is Ivy’s story that she gave me permission to share from a recent Facebook post she wrote:

This last year I have really pushed myself to try things that I have been afraid of. Some of the big ones that really stand all have to do with my fear of heights; I climbed the fire tower at Blue Mounds (and hello open stair backs! I have a ridiculous fear of those too, but it induces vertigo also) I went down the howling tornado at the Great Wolf Lodge and I went skiing a couple of weeks ago. So obviously, I’m kinda a big chicken and I really do not like to take risks pretty much at all. My husband has been asking me to ski with him for years and years. I have always said no and in addition to being pretty terrified of the chair lift, I had a pretty valid excuse in being afraid that I would hurt my back. I have broken several vertebrae in my sacrum and by my hip joints twice in the last 11 years. The second time it happened it was a pretty terrifying ordeal and it caused a lot of mental anxiety because I missed out on some really, really important things with my children. I’m very terrified of not being able to walk again and to participate in life with my kids. I have let that fear dominate a lot of choices the last 6 years. I gave up a lot of things. I stopped trying things. Last year I started K2 and Liz taught me how to listen to my body as she also guided me through my first 9 months of classes. Sometime during that period I found some confidence in my body again (lost that totally when it failed me!) and I told my husband that I would try skiing with him ‘next year.’ Funny thing about time is that it seemed so far away and then suddenly next year was here and now and I had to either go back on my word or suck it up buttercup and give it a try. So I tried it. I was terrified. I was shaking and my palms were sweating. Ben got me up to the top of the bunny hill (seriously, its like a mound at Cascade, its not even steep enough to be a sledding hill!) and I started to cry. I was so damned scared. I could only envision falling over and over and over again. I did not know how to get past that fear. It felt like it had taken over my mind and body. I’m not sure how long I stood there off to the side watching all these little kids try it out, including my 3 year old son shrieking with delight to go faster. I finally got up the nerve to get down that hill (mound) and slowly went back and forth down the hill with my feet wedged as wide as I could get them to go as slow as possible. When I got to the bottom, I figured I was done and told my husband so. He said that was fine and he was really proud of me for trying because he knew how scared I was. Then as I started to head back to the lodge my older son asked me where I was going and then asked if he could teach me to ski. Sh*t. I really, really wanted to go inside. He was so sincere, and I have a really hard time letting my kids down. I wanted to try again and I wanted him to be proud of me too. So he patiently talked me back onto the magic carpet and up the hill over and over again. And I started to feel more comfortable. And then he decided I needed to go up the Schoolmarm and ride the chairlift. He knew I could do it, how could I doubt what he knew? Long story short, by the end of the day I had tried a few different hills, and even rode the terrifyingly fast chairlift. I loved it! I’m excited to go again and share something fun and active with my entire family. And I’m really proud of myself for stepping out of that comfort zone and not just trying it, but really pushing myself to do it all the way.


I have hundreds of similar stories I could share from clients like Ivy who have gained confidence in themselves and in their bodies. They are inspiring examples of people fully living!

For 2015, I hope that you will never need to question whether your body is healthy or fit enough to do whatever it is you want to do. No limitations!