DOWN FROM 211 TO 129 

WITH THIS 5-SECOND WATER TRICK

I never thought a simple glass of water could make me cry… but there I was, standing in my kitchen, tears rolling down my cheeks, feeling like I finally got my life back.

For most of my life, I thought things would just… get better.
I’m Martha, 57 years old. Retired teacher. Proud grandma of three wild little boys. And I was tired. Not just the kind of tired you feel after chasing the grandkids around the yard—this was something deeper.
I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize the woman staring back at me anymore.

I had spent years trying everything I could think of to feel like myself again.
Meal plans. Counting every bite on little notepads.
Boot camps with women half my age—ended up icing my knees more than anything.
Yoga classes that promised inner peace… and just left me sore and frustrated.
I always felt like I was starting over every Monday. But it wasn’t working. And to be honest, I was scared.
Scared for my health. Scared my grandkids would only remember the tired version of Grandma.
Even my husband… let’s just say, things weren’t like they used to be. And it broke my heart.

One random Thursday changed everything.
I was at the grocery store, shuffling through the produce aisle, when I heard someone call my name.
I almost didn’t recognize her…
It was my old neighbor, Linda.
She looked amazing.
Glowing. Energized. Laughing like we were teenagers again.
And the thing that stuck with me?
She said, “Martha, it wasn’t hard. Honestly, I just started doing this little water thing every morning… it sounds crazy, but it works.”

I’ll be honest… I was skeptical. I had heard it all before.
But something about the way she said it… calm. Certain. Like she knew I needed to hear it.
What Happened Next:

That night, I sat at the kitchen table, stared at my glass of water, and thought… what do I have to lose?
So I did it.
I followed her little “ice” hack—simple, easy.
And the next morning, I did it again.
By the end of the first week, I felt different.
Not like the time I forced myself to jog at 5 AM. This was different.
Lighter… not just in my body, but in my mind.

Now, I’m down three jean sizes. I actually bought this pants last weekend (my daughter said, “Go Mom!”).
I play tag with my grandsons without getting winded—or worrying about my knees.
And the other day, my husband looked at me the way he used to…
He even surprised me with a weekend trip—just the two of us. (Let’s just say, I had to dig out some things I hadn’t worn in years… 😉)

I feel like I got me back.
And it all started with something simple I had ignored for years.

If you’re sitting there thinking, “I’ve tried it all too, nothing works,”
I get it. I was you.
But if you’re curious about what I did—and want to hear the whole story—
I shared everything on this page: