It was my 35th birthday, and I found myself newly divorced. Instead of wallowing in potential misery, it was time to focus on my new life and be the person I’d always wanted to be.

The Best of Intentions

I got married when I was 30 years old thinking I had found the love of my life. Marc and I met in college and had been together for five years. Everything seemed great; we married with the hopes of starting a family soon. Our wedding was beautiful, and we were sent off to Italy by all of our family and friends on our honeymoon. We toured the Amalfi coast and discovered new food and wine. Life was good.

Everyone gets married with the best of intentions, and so did we. Looking back, I see now how young we really were with so little responsibility for anything other than ourselves. But that’s how it sometimes is when you first get married, right? It’s an exciting time in life. But then things got real.

Growing Up

Marc and I had always been close friends, and I thought we told each other everything. Well, at least I told him everything. After we married, we decided to buy an apartment to fix up to sell after our renovation. We thought it would be a good way to hopefully save up some money for a bigger place for when we had kids. It seemed like a good plan, but neither of us had ever done this before and it was a lot harder than either of us thought it would be. It was also more expensive than we had anticipated.

We were working full time: me as a junior account executive and Marc in finance. We both felt a lot of pressure from our jobs, plus we had the apartment with all its stress. Being in these positions meant a lot of time outside of the office, taking clients to dinner or drinks with some late nights out. Marc and I began to see each other less and less over the course of the first two years of our marriage.

The apartment was not proceeding well, and we started to argue—a lot. When the subject of kids or the future would come up, he didn’t want to talk about it, saying that he could barely keep up with the day to day, much less think about the future. As much as I wanted to have a family, I knew we weren’t quite ready.

The Big D

With four years of marriage under our belt, we were no stronger or closer. Instead, we were worlds apart. I was lonely and felt invisible.

Marc and I used to work out together when we were first married—and we didn’t even do that anymore. And the bedroom, well, that was not happening either. It was just as well because I certainly was not feeling good about my body. Too many late dinners with clients do not encourage you to keep in shape, and getting up at 6 am to go to the gym became unthinkable. We both knew that things were not good, but we were too scared to change it.

Until one day I found out that Marc was having an affair with a coworker. Yup. And that was it. I was crushed but also secretly a little relieved, if you can believe that. I was being given a second chance at happiness.

Soon after, we got divorced.

Starting Over

With the unwavering support of my family and girlfriends, I managed to move out of our apartment and into my own place. It was like a little nest—and almost as small as one too—but I didn’t care; it was mine. It was time to get back on track.

My body was the first thing to take care of. I joined a gym to work off the four years of late nights and drinks. I had about 20 pounds to lose; it was shocking because I barely noticed it had happened. My problem areas were my waist and thighs. I had never had small hips, but with the extra weight, my figure was really disproportionate. I was small on top but bigger on the bottom, your classic pear shape.

I put myself on a diet of clean food and eliminated any alcohol for six months, as that can really add on the pounds. Fortunately, the happier I felt, the easier it was to shed the pounds. I was able to lose about 10 pounds in six months, and I was feeling good.

The last 10 were going to be a struggle, though. Between working a lot and the three days a week I could manage at the gym, I simply didn’t have the time or energy to do anything more.

My best friend was organizing a girls’ trip to Hawaii in a few months that just happened to be around the time of my 35th birthday. I was determined to go and look the best ever in a bikini!

CoolSculpting to the Rescue

I have to admit I was thinking about getting my body back to show off to Marc—almost everyday. I wanted to show the world that I was beautiful and get that little coworker that he’d had an affair with out of my head. I wanted to go to Hawaii with my friends and celebrate in style.

One day, I was searching for workouts online when a link to Bodify came up talking about CoolSculpting. I had never heard of it, but it sounded just like something I needed. On my salary, I didn’t really have the extra cash for plastic surgery. Also, at my age, I seemed too young for that. CoolSculpting was perfect for someone like me. I made an appointment right away.

I loved that fact that I could target specific areas and have those fat cells die! It seemed like the most natural way to eliminate fat, plus there was hardly any downtime. Oh, and it’s also FDA cleared, so it seemed like a no brainer.

I met with the team, and we talked about the treatments. We made a plan, and the next day after work, I went in for my first CoolSculpting session. We focused on the backs of my thighs and butt, as well as my hip areas. The treatment was simple and easy, and I went home feeling great. I booked two more appointments before my Hawaii trip to get the best results for my bikini!

Aloha!

After five months and three CoolSculpting treatments, I was in Maui in my bikini feeling fabulous. With my friends all around, I made a wish on my birthday. I finally felt like I was living the life I’d wanted to live. I am even thinking about dating again thanks to my friends and the team at Bodify! I can’t recommend it enough! Please, get your butt down there and make an appointment. It’s so easy, and trust me, you will be glad you did. Change your body; change your life!