I'm back.
I am a 37 year old female. Wife. Mommy.
I am 5'4"... and I weight 335 pounds. I feel like I'm dying.
I am sick. I feel my body giving up on me. And I feel my heart giving up on me too.
I am so sad about what I've done to myself. And I really am at the bottom, I believe. I don't know what to do.
I can't breathe. I sweat all the time. I can't even keep up with my husband and children, walking through a parking lot. My back hurts all the time. My chest hurts. My heart pounds so fast, just walking up one flight of stairs... therefore I try NOT to go to my children's bedrooms.
I cannot play outside with them. I cannot keep up with my chores around the house. I cannot stand up long enough to make a decent dinner. If I walk too far, or too fast, my heart pounds out of control, I sweat, and I get a little dizzy... feels like I'm drowning. I've let go of friends. I won't leave the house. I don't have any clothes that fit. I can't sleep. I'm tired ALL the time. My poor body aches all the time. I have one knee that I KNOW is giving up on me. My back... my knees... my feet... my heart... I am THE FAT MOM. At school, at sports, in public.
I have a wonderful family. My life is passing me by. It makes me feel desperate, just typing this post.
I am addicted to food. I am a MAJOR binge eater. I have no self-control.
I am scared.
I am sad... depressed. I feel my life slipping away from me.
We have no money... not for surgeries, personal trainers, gyms, etc...
Can anyone relate? Has anyone been in my shoes, where I am now? Can anyone relate to my pain?
I am heartbroken. This is ALL MY FAULT. I cannot blame anyone but myself. And I have NO excuses.
But I don't know what to do now. I can't get control. I want to give up. I want my husband and my kids to move on with their lives without feeling like they have to feel sorry for me... or ashamed of me.
I just want to disappear.



And learn to STOP focussing on results only. 

It takes some of us a long time to really get started, but you can do it!