There are moments in life where everything changes… not slowly, but in one bold, defiant, tear-soaked breath.

For me, that moment happened on a bike path. Bib number 6803 pinned to my chest. Orange tank. Sunglasses hiding more emotion than I could hold. And a hill that I will never forget.

It was my first 5K. I ran the whole thing with my sister. Every step was a battle cry. But it wasn’t just a race. It was a funeral for the woman I used to be.

25 years of depression.
25 years of obesity.
25 years of sickness, shame, and stuffing it all down.

Gone.

I remember exactly where I was when it hit me. That monster hill… the kind that usually breaks you. I was to the point in the race when I was about to give up. I was out of breath and felt like I couldn’t put another foot in front of the other. I said Cherie, I can’t do this. She said… Oh yes you can sis, you are NOT giving up. Something inside me rose up. I started to cry. Running, crying, gasping, praying. I said it out loud like a declaration over my life:

“I’m never going back.”
“I forgive myself for abusing my body.”
“I am done with bitterness, done with unforgiveness.”
“I’ll never go back.”

I am done hiding from the world I am done apologizing!

People probably thought I was CRAZY. What is that woman shouting? But I didn’t care. That track became my altar. Those tears baptized my freedom.

That’s why I kept the bib. 6803. It’s not just a number to me—it’s a name now.
A marker.
A battle scar.
A reminder.

That’s the story behind Ketomom 6803. Behind KM Health Coaching.

It’s a vow.
A sacred promise.
That I left it on the track that day—and I never took it back.

So when you see me show up, when you hear my passion, when you see me fight for women like you, know this:
I remember that hill.
And I remember the fire it lit in me.

Because once you break free…
you never forget the chains.

Are you ready to leave it on the track? Are you done living a lie?

Reach out to me. Reach out to my team. We can help you find freedom. You can get your own number!