One day, some guy is gonna see me eating a whole rotisserie chicken with my bare hands in my parked car, and think, “That’s her. She’s the one.”
You want to know how I was led to health coaching? Well, pull up a chair because I have a story for you. But, first… Let me give you a little background about myself.
I was born Rosalee but my friends call me, Rose- Houston, Texas born and bred. I am a United States Navy Hospital Corpsman Veteran with a professional medical background as a Medical Laboratory Scientist with degrees in biochemistry and biomedical science. I have been into health and fitness for over 20 years. I am a certified yoga teacher, and currently train in body building. I love it, my body, and most of all, I love who I have become. But, it’s taken me a long time to get here. My parents died when I was young. I was 11 when my mother was murdered (that’s another story we won’t discuss here), and my father died when I was 19 due to diabetes and alcoholism. This obviously left a huge impact on me throughout my young adulthood. I served in the Navy for 5 years as a Hospital Corpsman. I thought I was going to be a “Lifer.” I wanted to be, but that’s just not where my path led me. I also thought I was going to be a doctor, but that didn’t happen, either (I’ll touch on that, later).
When I was 38, I had just been laid off from my job, just ended a toxic relationship, my kids were out of control and running off (they had both expressed how much they hated me and told me they’d be better off if I was dead), I was suffering from severe chest pain (achalasia cardia), even after surgeries, in and out of the hospital since before I got out of the Navy, I had no support, there was no amount of alcohol that was going to fix it, sitting in my room against my bed with my rifle my dad left me. No hope. Every single area of my life had gone to shit. My career, my relationships, my spirituality, my mental and physical health, finances, home environment. Everything. Poor, poor me… nobody loves me. I’m probably better off dead.
But, before I really decide to pull this trigger…
I’m going to call an old boyfriend (because that’s what girls do). He was the first guy I ever learned how to be a friend to, and not just in a relationship. He was, and quite possibly may still be, the smartest, and kindest man I’ve ever known (even if we were only in our 20s. I totally fucked that one up. Just sayin’). I called him up and blubber out in my sobbing, “I’m weak. Please, help me.”
That shit still mak