I was never big as a child. I rode and showed horses from the age of 6 and was always very active with that. I also was on the basketball, volleyball and track teams in school. My father died when I was 11 and I remember sneaking snack foods, like ding dongs, from the kitchen and eating them in my room when I was sad. This was the beginning for me, but thankfully I was still active and that helped. I got married and had my first daughter when I was 19. My mom, who was a health fanatic, was still supporting my horse riding, but I slacked off a bit and wasn't nearly as serious as I had been. Then my mom was diagnosed with cancer. I remember sitting in the hospice room while she was sleeping and all I did was eat and cry. 9 years later I find myself 344 lbs still eating and crying. I know I use food to deal with stress and sadness. I no longer have anything to do with horses, which was a true love of mine. I joke around and say things like, "I would never do that to a horse, I'd break it." I would love to lose weight and start riding again...it was something I know I was really good at.
