Now, 6 years later, my gestational diabetes has turned to full blown type-2, and while it is in the back of my mind with every bite that I take, it hasn't motivated me nearly enough. While I realize the strong difference between motivation and determination, I become complacent so easily. I just cannot commit and finish things very easily.
Another problem I face is no support. I live in a new city, with no friends, and I don't leave the house much because I don't work outside of the house and most of my classes at school are online. My husband is my best friend... but he is the WORST diet partner. On day one of a diet, he would suggest going to get donuts because he has completely forgotten. He is a great guy, not dumb like I just made him sound... he just doesn't think healthy at all do to a ridiculous southern family and their horrible eating patterns. (Fried okra is not a vegetable anymore, people!)
I am transferring to University next semester and I am scared as ****. I dropped out of school a few years ago because I didn't fit in their antiquated small desks. I literally left the class with tears in my eyes. Even now when I have to take an at-school class, I get there at least 30 minutes early to make sure I can get the "fat girl" desk.
It is like a lonely tomb in this fat suit. I am confident in all other aspects of my life, but I am full of self-sabotage and inner-demons. I thought maybe what I need is to be anonymous and (for once) completely open and honest with a group of people who may feel the same way. Oh, and I am completely aware of the butt-kicking my husband needs, and am working on that as well!
Sorry for the long-windedness, but as an introduction I thought I should lay it all out there. Of course there is more, but I will start here.
Nice to meet all of you!


Welcome.
~Meghan