Okay, so here it goes, the spill on the "Weight Loss Wars". Most people think this phrase is used when a group of people compete to try and lose the most weight, but for me, its a battle against me and my inner person. Up to this point in my life I have delt with many situations, as most Americans do, that have lead to mixed emotions and bad times. Through two horrifying accidents and one life threatening trauma I have come to a point of finally figuring out that life isn't so easy. I started my weight loss war, it seems, when I was born. My family was constantly worried about how they looked and felt as a woman. When I was younger I was the chubby kid with all of the insecurities. I became atheltic in high school due to the love of volleyball. I stayed fit until my freshman year of college where I met a guy who litteraly flipped my life around. I became depressed, distant, afraid of the world and very bitter. I went from 158 pounds at 5'11", to 250 pounds, and I have been feeling it ever since. Finally, last month, I took a turn and made a decision to fight my battle once again....but this time, its working!! I'm winning and there is nothing that is going to stand in my way. I am now at 231 pounds and my mini goal is to be under 200 pounds by the new year.