I was overweight, I smoked, I drank beer almost every night on my rooftop pool deck.
Now, don't get me wrong. I was (and sometimes still am) an extraordinary health coach. Like amazing. I helped people get better times in Boston and the NYC Marathon. I helped others lose weight and start businesses. Like I was REALLY good.
But man, did I hate myself. Everyone I knew thought it didn't matter, and maybe to the people that I helped it didn't; it mattered to me though. It still does. I started calling myself a "life coach", because maybe life coaches didn't have to be beautiful. I mean it wasn't untrue because I studied advanced coaching techniques with the best of them. It wasn't the whole story.
This is the whole story. I'd like to start a conversation about wellness that isn't about the latest fads but about the hard work, the dirty stuff. The stuff stuck deep inside that prevents the light from shining through.
It's time I came out of hiding, dropped the insecurity and figured out what's holding me back. This is me, my authentic self, looking to join the world for the first time.
It's nice to finally meet you.