My 'fat' journey goes back as far as I can remember. I can remember my mom making comments to others (never to me), about my weight. I remember shopping with my grandma and her asking the lady where the 'husky' section was. Through High School I learned to pretend to embrace my big girl status. I became the tough, funny girl who seemed to be comfortable in her skin. In 1993 I became pregnant with my daughter Bree and was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. In November I gave birth to a beautiful little girl and they told me to put all the diabetes stuff up...it was over. Over the next few months I became very slim....WHOOHOO pregnancy changed my metabolism!! By January, I was in a size 10 but not feeling very well. I went to the doctor and my blood sugars were off the charts. Turns out, I was now a type 1 diabetic. I was admitted to the hospital and gained 15lbs. As my blood sugars got better, my weight got higher....and so began my journey................................as an overweight, type 1 diabetic.