"I just want to be able to play with my kids."
When Gabby came to me, she wasn't crying about the number on the scale. She was crying because she couldn't run around with her kids. She couldn't walk up her own stairs without catching her breath.
She'd tried everything. Watched what she ate. Moved more. Every diet. Her body just wouldn't respond. She woke up bloated every single morning and thought this was just her life now.
She came to me as a last resort. I told her: don't worry, I got you.


