The "Costa Rican Tea" Helped Me Drop from 203 Down to 136lbs! I am Down 67lbs And I Feel Great!

Not because I hated mirrors.

I hated what happened when I looked into them.

Especially the full-length ones.

Hotel mirrors.

Department store mirrors.

Gym locker room mirrors.

The kind that show everything at once.

I’d catch my reflection unexpectedly and instantly start adjusting.

Pull the shirt down.

Turn sideways.

Lift my posture.

Stand differently.

Anything to create the version of me I wanted to see.

Then I’d walk away pretending I wasn’t disappointed.

At my highest, I weighed 203 lbs.

And I lived at that number for years.

Not because I didn’t care.

Not because I lacked discipline.

Actually, the opposite.

I cared so much that I built entire seasons of my life around trying.

• Tracking.
• Meal plans.
• Workouts.
• Starting over.

Promising myself this would finally be the time.

I’d lose a few pounds.

People would notice.

I’d feel hopeful.

Then slowly… the mirror would start saying something different again.

And eventually the worst part wasn’t gaining weight.

It was losing trust.

Because after enough failed attempts, you stop thinking:

“This plan didn’t work.”

You start believing:

“My body doesn’t work.”

That thought followed me everywhere.

The Day I Realized The Mirror Wasn’t Telling The Whole Story

One morning I stood in front of my bathroom mirror after another month of “doing everything right.”

Healthy meals.

Walking.

Better choices.

But nothing seemed to move.

And I remember thinking

If effort alone worked… why do I feel farther away?

That’s when I started learning something nobody had explained to me.

After 45, changes in hormones can affect how your body stores energy, manages hunger, and responds to the same habits that used to work.

And suddenly years of frustration started making more sense.

Maybe I wasn’t broken.

Maybe I was using old rules on a body that had changed.

That idea stayed with me.

The Small Morning Habit I Almost Ignored

A few nights later, I came across another woman sharing what she called her “Costa Rican Tea Morning Habit.”

I almost scrolled.

I’ve heard miracle promises before.

But she wasn’t talking about punishment.

She was talking about supporting the body instead of fighting it.

So I tried it.

No expectations.

No dramatic announcement.

Just one tiny shift in my mornings.

A few days later I noticed something unexpected.

I wasn’t thinking about food constantly.

I felt steadier.

Less like my body was pulling against me.

Then one morning I walked past the hallway mirror carrying laundry.

And I stopped.

Not because I looked dramatically different.

But because for the first time in years

I looked… lighter.

Not physically.

Just softer.

Less tired.

Less defeated.

A week later the scale confirmed it.

Down 6 pounds.

I remember staring at the number.

But what surprised me most wasn’t the scale.

It was that I wanted to look in the mirror again.