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I am a blog virgin, so you'll have to forgive me if I'm doing it wrong!

I've always had issues with weight.  I weighed 10 pounds 4 oz. at birth and tended toward chubby during childhood.  At some point I discovered the joy of cookies and ice cream..lol.  My parents fed us balanced meals and generally kept snacks and treats around. 

Food became a reward, a friend, a comfort and an obsession.  I found that if things were tough, a treat made it better.  Disappointments, rejections, bad dates, zits and later an abusive marriage all earned more calories.  The worse the situation the more I'd need to stuff it down.

I've tried Atkins, South Beach, low carb, low fat, Weight Watchers, diet pills (loved those babies!) and whatever I lost came back and brought friends.

So here I am.  Diabetic.  Tired.  Embarrassed.  Pissed off.  I know better, I'm educated, I'm capable.  Sick of being sick.

Now I'm ready to move forward.  I want to see my children grow up and have their own families.  I want to live to enjoy retirement.  And I don't want to be described as fat, ever again.