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Transformation Book: A Giveaway

A little over a year ago I was almost 20 lbs heavier that I am today. I wish I could say that it was "baby weight" that I had no lost from baby A yet, but it wasn't. I actually gained weight after having A. Yes, after I had the initial "baby weight" loss, I packed it back on over the following months. You see, I am an emotional eater. I eat when I am happy and I eat when I am stressed, sad or upset. It is dangerous for me to have chocolate bars with almonds in the house. A was my worst sleeper so far, and so I was continually sleep deprived. Add to that that for months a cardiologist was concerned A had a potentially fatal heart condition, and I had started homeschooling, and I equalled one very stressed mom. So, I ate. I was not exercising either.

no sleep + stress + no exercise + eating poorly = one depressed Katie

Yes, starting last Spring I began to notice that I was "down". I had no energy, did not feel to great and I did not like how I looked. I could feel the weight piling up. Clothes were tight and I had increased a clothes size again. I liked to think I "wore" the weight well, but the few pictures that I actually could not get out of being in, told the truth.

It got to the point where I figured that something needed to change. So, I decided to start an exercise program again. Years ago, I had done Body for Life, so I decided that I would follow it again. I am an all or nothing type of person and I needed something that was intense. If I just decided to eat healthy and exercise 3 times a week, I would be back to eating those chocolate bars in no time. So, Body for Life gave me the intensity and outline I needed.

Body for Life was started by a man named Bill Phillips. One day, while looking up Body for Life and Bill Phillips, I came across his new website and forum called Transformation. After looking around the web site, I knew that this was the program I needed. It combined the exercise and eating tenants in Body for Life with a psychological/emotional component.

The program consisted of 18 weeks. Each of the weeks, you complete an assignment. Some of the assignments have to do with assessing where you are and where you want to go, getting rid of junk food in your house and learning about proper nutrition, but some of the other assignments went deeper. Other assignments were about forgiving others and asking others for forgiveness, finding out what your lower level habits are that stop you from progressing, learning how to meditate and pray, learning to be grateful, and learning about the importance of laughter. And,not only did you learn about these things, but the assignments gave you a concrete way to implement what you learned.

When I first began Transformation, I thought the assignments were silly. I did not plan on doing them, but I did them, "just to do them", but some where in the assignments I learned more about myself. More about what God is calling me to. More about what makes me a better person. And I am, more often than not, happier, more joy-filled more relaxed and peaceful than I was before I started the Transformation process.

And, I have been able to maintain my weight loss even through stressful events when I would normally have truned to food and stress fractures and other injuries that have prevented me from working out.

And now, Bill Phillips has put all of the 18 assignments and lessons into a book called Transformation. It is a great book that covers all that I have mentioned above. And, I am giving one away! If you do not want to wait, you can buy it here.

So, to be entered, all you need to do is, in your comment:

Tell me why you want the Transformation book?

For any extra entries:

Blog, tweet or facebook about this giveaway.

Just make sure you link to this post when you do. Leave a separate comment for each thing you do.

Contest will end 8/1/2010. Good Luck!


  1. Well, I for one would love this book. I am not an emotional eater (or so I think) but I am an eater of large portions and I am so an all or nothing kind of person. Maybe not a great combo. Exercise is great when it's on...but like everything else it's the consistency

    As I approach 40 {gasp} and now have three littles I am realizing that it's harder to balance life. Is this the book for me? I hope to win and find out!

    Thanks for the great giveaway!

  2. I am an emotional eater. I binge and then exercise like crazy - YIKES! This past spring, I talked to my doctor about depression... I'm on meds, but they aren't working as well anymore and I don't want to have to keep increasing doses or changing meds to get "normal". I have 5 different wardrobes in my closet (wishful thinking me, skinny me, normal me, that time of the month me, and bigger me) Hoping to not add an "even bigger me" category. I, too, suffer from shin splints - genetically predisposed. Have contemplated barefoot running - not sure, but I cannot get out of the house much right now.

    Transformation sounds like it might be just what I am looking for! Thank you for the fabulous giveaway!


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