I'm trying to lose about fifty pounds, and it seems I gain and lose that same fifty pounds over and over again. This time I am preparing for my wedding (this summer) but it feels different than just the same old weight loss, because this time I feel I need to shed the weight to have a real life. This weight loss, to me, is my ultimate journey and something that I must do in order to be my best self. It sounds like a big pile of cliches, believe me I know. I'm just tired of living in this body. My mind, my personality, everything about me is being squelched by this one thing that DAMMIT it's time to take care of it.

Besides being a woman on a mission I am a mother of a beautiful (really, exquisitely beautiful) 15 month old little girl. My fiance and I live happily together in an old, creaky and perfectly suited for us house. He works in auto-recycling and I am a stay at home mom. Life is pretty darn good, except for this one little thing: my big wide load! Well, that's me in a nutshell. A great, big, plus-sized nut shell.