My weight has been an issue as long as I can remember. By "issue" I mean there were times when I was way too thin - times when I was way too heavy - and probably even times when I was just right (but too obsessed to realize it). Regardless of which end of the weight spectrum I fell on, however, one thing was always consistent - my weight has always consumed my life.
After the birth of my children I made a conscious decision to changes this. I vowed that I would not allow my girls to go through what I have. I swore I'd bring them up with a healthy body image. I promised would teach them to love themselves the way that God made them.
And while I think I've done a fair job (so far) in teaching my girls to love themselves, somewhere along the way I seemed to have forgotten about loving myself. So now, after decades of extreme dieting and non-dieting - years of attempting not to allow my weight take over my life I've somehow managed to do just that. I'm 37 years old with a fabulous life full of friends, family, and many wonderful blessings, yet I'm unhappy, uncomfortable and unable to wear all the cute clothes I love so much. I'm the heaviest I've ever been. It's time for a change