At my heaviest I was 236lbs. My husband was abusive and would tell me, in front of people even, that I was too fat for him to fuck. He would take pictures of me so I could 'see what he had to look at' Every time I ate he would start his comments again about how I was too fat, I shouldn't be eating this or that, I should have a salad etc. This was to the point where I wouldn't even eat in front of him anymore. It must have looked funny one day when we were driving home and a grilled chicken sandwich came flying out of my car. (The diet coke I threw on him) Why the hell did he marry me if I was too fat for him to love?

2 years later, I am divorced and 50 lbs lighter. I met a man in early 2006 when I still weighed 207 and a year later he asked me to marry him. I am still gradually losing weight and I know my babe would love me no matter what I weighed. I would like to get down to about the 130-150 range, but for now I am just setting small goals and seeing how far I can go. 10 lbs at a time.