I have been overweight since the age of four. I've never known what it is to be my "ideal" weight. I've never shopped in "normal" stores for clothes. I've never felt secure in my body.
Now, at 38 years of age and 260 lbs., I am hopeful that I am beginning a new chapter of my life as a healthier, fitter, sexier woman. I used to think I was just built like my dad -- big boned, muscular, etc. I was in denial. I'm in good health -- for now -- and am married to THE most amazing man. He's handsome, sensitive, funny, etc. Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky to be with a man who has been pursued by loads of attractive, fit women.
We have an amazing son named Dominic, age 21 mos. who has changed our world dramatically. After Dominic was born, I was devasted by how my lack of fitness was affecting my ability to care for him properly. I couldn't get off the floor without turning it into an event. Carrying him killed my back. Now as a toddler, chasing him -- something I love to do -- is a huge struggle. I want so much better for myself and my family.
It goes without saying that I've tried to lose weight hundreds of times by a number of diets, pills, plans, etc. I've lost and gained and repeated that process my entire life. I've never weighed as much as I do now. I never thought I'd be 100 lbs. overweight. It's devastating. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about my weight. I want the rest of my life to be different. I want to get on an airplaine and not worry if the seatbelt will go around my waist. I don't want to embarrass my son with my cellulite legs. I want my husband to be even more proud of me as we walk into a room together.
