I was doing okay with my weight for a while...then started gaining it back. Then my dad was diagnosed with cancer, I got my heart broken twice in rapid succession (still not over it, but what can you do), my dad died and a bunch of other things made me give up. I still don't feel much like living, but I'm tired of not fitting into my clothes. I'm tired of not going outside because I'm embarrassed about being so fat. So if I'm stuck in this life, I might as well look good.
I still haven't figured out quite how to do it. But there has to be a way. I'm not interested in giving up the foods I like, but I didn't have to the first time - I just had to stop eating so much of it whenever I was bothered by something. I wish I had some freaking self-control, but who knows, maybe I'll find some.
If all y'all can do it, maybe I have a shot too. I was getting there once...maybe I can get there again. I haven't stood on a scale in months and I don't plan on doing so for a while - I found that the higher the numbers got, the less motivation I felt for doing something about it. But I suspect I'm quite close to where I originally started.


If we stick to it and make it a priority in our lives it will be our last! 
Dhani 
