My weight has been an issue for as long as I can remember. I remember very clearly that even in kindergarten I was a chunky child. Looking back on photos I never looked severely overweight but I was definitely on the heavier end of the spectrum. Over the years everyone assumed as I grew tall my weight would fall off. That obviously never happened.

At just 8 years old my mother (bless her heart) sat me down on my bed and told me I was no longer her “little girl.” She told me that I was fat and that people judged me (and her) and it was time for me to loose weight. So her plan was to put me on the Atkins diet. I was no longer able to eat carbs which caused me to sneak food when no one was looking. I started binge eating bread, pasta, and sweets. A habit that stuck with me for nearly 20 years.

Needless to say her plan didn’t work. It caused a resentment that lasted me through my adolescents. Now as and adult I have no one to blame but myself. I have gone on long enough putting my weight issue on other peoples shoulders. I have blamed everyone but myself for years. Yes, my parents didn’t feed me the healthy food however, I was the one that decided to go in for seconds and even thirds!

I was the one who let myself go after high school. I am now 80 lbs heavier than I was at 18. I am 50 lbs heavier than I was 3 years ago when I started working in a hospital. I am the largest that I have ever been.

Now at the age of 25 I am ready to loose the weight I have struggled with for 20 years. I have tried to loose weight before but was never truly serious. This time my very life depends on it. Follow me along this journey, lend me your kind words, give me the support I need, and I in turn will share the difficult journey with you.