Late August/early September 2002. My DD was just starting Kindergarten and my Mom was out for an extended visit from CA. It started off with me pretending that I don't usually eat like a pig while my mom was visiting (as if I was pulling one over on her

). And it ended with me realizing that I had dropped a few pounds while she was here, and the choice was mine whether to continue or not. It was a turning point in my life, and at the time I didn't fully appreciate the magnitude of my power of choice. It would have been so easy to go back to my "normal" way of life when her visit was over. I can't help but wonder "what if" I had chosen a different path? Realistically, where would I be today? The thought still gives me pause, even now, and that thought alone is enough to make me put my fork down when I should, or go exercise when I really don't feel like it.
Beverly