30 Days With CitrusBurn: My Unfiltered Journey As A Tired Suburban Mom

Look, I am currently writing this while hiding in my laundry room. My 3-year-old is having a complete meltdown because I cut her toast into triangles instead of squares, and my 5-year-old just informed me that he “accidentally” fed his goldfish a handful of glitter to make him “fancy.” This is my life. It is loud, it is messy, and for a long time, it was very, very heavy.

I gained 45 pounds during my second pregnancy. For a year, I just... sat with it. I wore my husband's oversized hoodies and avoided mirrors like they were the plague. I tried those “detox teas” that basically just make you live in the bathroom—NOT fun when you have a toddler banging on the door—and I even attempted a 5 AM workout routine that lasted exactly two days before I realized I value sleep more than I value my own dignity. If you’ve been there, you know the feeling. You want to feel like *you* again, but you also don’t have the mental bandwidth to calculate the macros of a single grape.

Here is the thing: I finally decided to try something different. I’d seen a lot of buzz about CitrusBurn, and since I’m a sucker for anything that promises to help without requiring me to run a marathon, I figured I’d give it a full 30 days. I’m not a fitness influencer. I’m not a doctor. I’m just a mom in suburban Chicago who drinks way too much Dunkin’ and hides the good chocolate behind the extra-large jugs of detergent. Here is what actually happened during my first month.

Week 1: The "Is This Actually Doing Anything?" Phase

Okay so, the first week was a bit of a reality check. I started taking CitrusBurn exactly as the label suggested. I didn’t change my entire life overnight. I still had my morning coffee (and my mid-morning coffee), but I tried to be a little more mindful of the mindless grazing. You know, the “mom tax” where you eat half a cold chicken nugget and the leftover mac and cheese from your kid's plate?

In my experience, the first few days didn't feel like a lightning bolt of energy. I wasn't suddenly folding all the laundry and vacuuming the ceilings. But by day five, I noticed something weird. I didn't feel that 3 PM slump where I usually want to face-plant into a pillow. I felt... level. Not jittery like I’d downed four espressos, just awake. Which, when you've been awake since 5:30 AM because a small human was poking your eyelid, is a miracle in itself.

I also realized during this first week that I really needed to stop looking for a “magic pill” and start looking for a “tool.” I’ve written before about How I Finally Started Losing the Baby Weight Without Ever Stepping Foot in a Gym, and this felt like a natural extension of that. It wasn't about a total overhaul; it was about support.

Week 2: The Routine (And the Glitter Incident)

Look, by week two, the novelty usually wears off for me. This is the danger zone where I usually quit and buy a box of donuts. But I stuck with it. I kept my bottle of CitrusBurn right next to my coffee maker so I wouldn't forget.

This was the week of the “Great Glitter Incident of 2024.” My son decided the minivan needed “sparkle,” and I spent three hours scrubbing the upholstery. Usually, a day like that ends with me ordering a large deep-dish pizza and eating half of it in the dark. But I found that my cravings weren't as intense. I still ate pizza (hello, I live in Chicago, I have a soul), but I stopped after two slices. That never happens. Usually, I’m the human vacuum.

Some people find that certain supplements can help with that “bottomless pit” feeling in your stomach. For me, it felt like my brain finally had a “full” signal that actually worked. I wasn't constantly scanning the pantry for something salty at 9 PM.

Week 3: The Scale Finally Moves

Here is the thing about the scale: it is a liar and I hate it. But, for the sake of science (and this article), I stepped on it. I had lost 2.5 pounds. Now, that might not sound like a lot to some people, but for a mom whose weight has been stagnant for twelve months, I practically did a victory lap around the kitchen island.

I noticed my jeans weren't cutting into my waist as much when I sat down to play Legos. That “muffin top” that usually spills over my leggings was a little less... spill-y. I also started looking into other options for the days when I just can't deal with solid food. I looked at the Smoothie Diet as a budget-friendly way to swap out my sugary cereal breakfasts. While I haven't fully committed to a liquid diet (I like chewing too much), having a structured plan like that may help if you're feeling overwhelmed by meal prep.

One thing I’ve learned? Every body is different. What works for me might not work for the mom at the playground who somehow always has clean hair. ALWAYS talk to your own doctor before starting anything new, especially if you're still in that early postpartum fog.

Week 4: The 30-Day Verdict

Okay so, we hit the one-month mark. The results? I lost a total of 4 pounds and about an inch off my waist. But more importantly, I didn't feel like a failure. I didn't “cheat” because I wasn't on a restrictive diet that made me miserable. I just added a tool to my routine that seemed to help my metabolism wake up from its long, long nap.

I’ve tried other things in the past, like those crazy restrictive keto plans that made me want to cry whenever I saw a piece of bread. That DID NOT work for me. I need balance. I need to be able to eat a taco on Tuesday and not feel like I’ve ruined my life. CitrusBurn felt like it fit into that lifestyle rather than forcing me to change who I am.

If you're looking for something else, I've heard some moms mention LeanBiome for gut health, which is something I might look into next because, let’s be real, my diet consists of 40% goldfish crackers. But for now, I’m sticking with what’s working.

Final Thoughts From the Laundry Room

Look, I’m still a tired mom. I still have a pile of laundry that is currently threatening to become sentient. But I feel better. I’m not hiding as much. I’m taking my kids to the park and actually running around with them instead of sitting on the bench scrolling through my phone, wishing I had more energy.

Is it a miracle? No. But is it a solid helping hand for a mom who is doing her best? In my experience, absolutely. If you're tired of feeling stuck, maybe it's time to try something that actually fits into your chaotic, beautiful, glitter-filled life.

Ready to try it for yourself?

Click here to check out CitrusBurn and start your own 30-day journey!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I hear a goldfish screaming for more glitter. Wish me luck.