When I was 10 we had a really bad car wreck and my mom was in the hospital for a long time--my dad and I survived on a steady diet of fast food, hospital food, and vending machine snacks...needless to say it didn't take me long to pile on the pounds and lose all my friends.  (I was the skinny popular girl for a short time--but no one knew what to say to me about my mother, not to mention they didn't want to hang with the "fat girl")

Ever since, I have battled that girl---when I was in 9th and 10th grade, I struggled with an ED in that I just virtually refused to eat.  I got reaaaally skinny, but I wasn't healthy, and luckily my boyfriend's mother (who was a nurse) recognized the signs and absolutely refused to let me leave her house until I ate something every time.  After that, I began to eat somewhat normally for a time.

When I met the man who is now my husband, we went out to eat all the time.  I associated the food with my happiness and ate to my hearts content...and gained about 20lbs.  Over the last 12 years, my weight has gone up and down, but mostly up and two children later, I am tired of gimmicky diets and such that never work. 

I am ready to start holding myself accountable for the food I put into my body and make healthful food choices because the food is fuel and not because I am eating emotionally.  I want to teach my girls a healthy relationship with food so that they never have to struggle as I did.

Here's to the beginning of my journey....

SW 213

GW 150

HT 5'5"

Medium Frame