About Dani/Fabufit

Dani's Testimony On Developing Fabufit

Because my belief is to always live what I teach, I was confident I could do this .....except for the weight training. I had never mastered this habit, and it looked in the impossible realm at this timeframe of my life.

Just before beginning the development and very first series of teaching the Fabufit 12 Week Challenge, I had a rather abrupt experience while walking our son's black Labrador Retriever.

Velvet was enjoying our leisurely walk when a small cat appeared in the dark scurrying across the yard we were passing.

Velvet, decided he must chase this cat. He took off without a single warning to me, lunging across the yard, and at the same time literally jerking me off my feet.

Feeling responsible for our son's dog, I couldn't let go and lose him, so I held on with all my might, and was dragged for a short space down the sidewalk.

The cat got away, Velvet came back very ashamed of himself, and I thought all was well... until a few months later.

My shoulder pained me to the point of needing a trip to the doctor. I was very close to having a frozen shoulder. I truly could not lift my arm up above shoulder level and I had a throbbing pain 24/7. The chiropractor told me I could lift nothing over 5#.

Because I love challenges, I decided that if God had given me the dream, He could show me how to overcome the mountain I was facing.

I had learned that desire is possibility waiting to be expressed. So I began collecting my past experience in the field of nutrition that I love so much, working with my business coach to put the plan together AND BUILD MY CONFIDENCE THAT I REALLY COULD develop this company called Fabufit.

I rekindled my dream of helping others take baby steps to victory in the circle of health. I also began acupuncture on my shoulder and diligent stretching exercises as well as PAINFUL chiropractic adjustments.

January came and I still had little mobility in my shoulder. I still had continual pain. How would I conquer this impossible and be the role model my heart told me to be for my upcoming students?

All I could do was begin. I got my weight lifting plan and took tiny baby steps. I could not lift any weight at first because of the pain. I followed the pattern without the weights taking what baby steps I could.

Each step gave me confidence to take another.

Before the first challenge ended, what I had seen as my impossible (the ability to do strength training), actually became the door to my victory.

Each stretch, each increased weight, broke, to a small degree, the barrier holding my shoulder frozen. Thank the Lord Jesus, I was literally set free.

It seemed funny, but almost immediately beginning Challenge One I began to feel like I had made so much progress.

Actually I had made very little to the natural eye, but my hope was so stirred and my faith began to fill in substance in my heart and mind.

I am seeing that the real breakthrough does occur in the mind first and then we just walk it out with the plan.

As Challenge One ended, I felt so extremely blessed because I saw lives changed. I saw transformations occur. I saw that it really worked. It had really worked for me. The "Free Day" really worked. The short intensity walk really worked. The strength training really worked. Inches had departed.

Since I have walked the walk of health for almost two decades; before the idea of the challenge came, I had about convinced myself I really didn't have much further to go. However, that thinking changed once I read Bill Phillip's book.

I got inspired that even though I was 58 at that time, I wasn't too old. Even though I had some really lose skin on my arms that I had determined was just my genetic inheritance, why couldn't I put some muscle in there?

And even though I had had three babies over the years and stretched my stomach out pretty much, why couldn't I tone it up and develop some ab muscles? If others could do it, why couldn't I? So I determined to go forward.

My results to date have been: I have lost over 11 inches. (I am 5'7" and weigh about 129# although I seldom ever step on the scales anymore).

What I love is the fact that I now have muscles in my biceps, legs, hips that I am not sure I have ever, ever had before.

Muscle weighs more than fat but takes up less space. I wear a size less in jeans now.

The flabby arms weren't really a genetic inheritance as the flab is now pretty much gone.

Please remember that although this doesn't seem like I had very far to go, I have earlier conquered my most defeating enemy, and that was the fear of the scales and the burden of feeling like I needed to start on a "Diet" every Monday.

I became totally free of this enemy about 20 years ago and began to walk in the circle of health onward and upward.

Challenge Two was to begin the first week in May. In April, our firstborn daughter, Brooke, was hospitalized because her twin babies were trying to arrive many weeks too early.

April 25, our girls were born (3 months premature). They scored so high on the APGAR scale for newborns even though they were only 2#2oz and 2#6oz. This was such a miracle. Kylie and Kayla were identical precious babies.

However, early on May 3rd, Brooke called me before leaving for her daily trip to the hospital, and told me that the hospital had just called saying that Kayla was in trouble.

Brooke rushed to the hospital. Our other daughter, Brennon, had experienced a food poisoning, and was extremely sick; so I had our two grandbabies, Chandler and Cameron (ages 9 months and 2 years.)

I couldn't get to the hospital although my heart was breaking wanting to be there with Brooke.

John went on to the hospital and I began to fervently pray with all my might for our baby Kayla. Our son-in-law, Jim, called me about 9:30 AM and told me that we had lost our Kayla.

I can't begin to tell you how my heart was broken. I hurt for the loss of our new grandbaby and the twins I had always dreamed of, but I also hurt so deeply for our daughter and our son-in-law, Jim.

We buried our baby granddaughter on Saturday, May 5th. God was faithful to bring multitudes of support from family and friends to Brooke and Jim on that day.

Somehow that support to me from so many of our precious friends on that day, and the days surrounding our tragedy, helped ease the pain.

God gave me the strength to begin the second challenge as scheduled on May 7th.

For the next 3 months, all through the Second Challenge, Kylie was in neonatal intensive care. Much of that time was critical. I thank God that I know His strength, as He is a very present help in time of trouble.

God brought Kylie through, and she came home to her Mommy and Daddy the last week in July. She is now to be eight in April and a beautiful, normal little girl.

Doing the Fabulously Fit Challenge is something I absolutely love. Just seeing hope being created and transformations beginning stirs my heart with great joy. I have determined I will share this message that God has given me. I will press on. I will not quit.