Growing up in Chicago, I was a real jock. I never really had to worry about being overweight because I was always too busy being the MVP of a sports team. That gift from God ended the day I walked into the hospital to deliver my son. I was an uncomfortable 211 pounds. Cellulite grew in places I didn’t know existed. It actually hurt. Plus, I didn’t know the first thing about how to kill cellulite, so the fear of never getting rid of it overwhelmed me.
Being a Midwestern gal, I was raised believing a restaurant was considered good or bad based on portion size, so I had no concept of the amount I should eat everyday. During pregnancy, I packed it on in obscene proportions.
After delivery I still had 80 pounds to lose. Desperate to provide an income for my new baby, I faced my cellulite like it was an enemy attacking my body. I stood naked in the mirror at 195 pounds. I was in awe of the dimples of fat that hung over my knees. I’m sure some guys reading this are dry heaving right now, but as usual, I don’t care. I brought this up because this is the most asked question I get from women. I even coined the name “cellulite killer” in my twitter bio — just like any good Ninja would do. My enemy though, was fat.
So, here’s how I did it, how I eradicated cellulite like it was a fight to the death.
I started with portion control. When I would go to restaurants, I would ask the waiter to cut the portion in half. I also filled up on fruit and soups instead of big meals and my body began shrinking. Losing just a little bit of weight can give you enough motivation to keep going and that’s what happened to me. But after losing 20 pounds, I started to plateau and needed to take it to the next level. I joined a gym for the first time in my life. Sadly, it took me 20 minutes just to figure out how to turn the treadmill on, but eventually I figured out the deadliest weapon to use against cellulite. Ready for this? The answer is the freaking treadmill.
I know you’re angry. Go ahead and punch the computer or your phone for reading such horrific words. But it’s true. 45 minutes a day melts the fat away, and fast! I couldn’t believe my eyes as I implemented my new routine. I was killing my cellulite. Once I got to my goal I was able to back off and do three days a week with some yoga in between. I’m telling you, this is the ultimate secret weapon to killing our worst enemy.
So what do you say? Join my gang of cellulite killers and try just two weeks. Who’s in?
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