Hey, I’m Lisa.

And at 55, standing 5’7, I was carrying 205 pounds on my frame.

If someone had told me I’d be trekking through the Grand Canyon six months later?

I would’ve laughed so hard I might’ve pulled a muscle.

But guess what?

That’s exactly what I did yesterday!

Life has a funny way of surprising us.

My husband and I always dreamed of moving somewhere with beautiful trails.

We’d imagine stepping outside and having nature right at our doorstep.

But that dream?

Yeah, it got shelved… because of me.

See, I’ve had three incredible kids.

And with each one, I carried a little extra “souvenir.”

Every time I gave birth, I felt heavier, more drained.

Looking in the mirror? It was tough. Really tough.

And I know what you might be thinking… just eat better, right?

But when you’re 55, balancing work, family, and everything in between…

Counting calories isn’t exactly top of the list.

Besides, I love food. I mean, REALLY love food.

Things got rough:

❌ My grandkids stopped asking me to play—because, let’s be honest, no one wants a grandma who’s out of breath after two minutes.

❌ My friends? Stopped inviting me out. Even a short walk had me gasping like I just finished a marathon.

❌ My husband? Still went on hikes… alone. Because bringing me would have required a full-on rescue team. Not exactly the romantic getaway he imagined.

And the hardest part?

I could see it in his eyes.

He still loved me, but something was missing.

That spark we had in the beginning?

Faded.

Then something unexpected happened…