How it all began.

When I saw it I knew it had to go.  And I honestly couldn't believe I had let it get this far, this bad.  I deleted it from my phone and decided to delete it from my life. I would never look like that in a picture again.

I am incredibly blessed by an amazing husband.  He loves me unconditionally, he never mentioned how out of control my weight had become.  And to be honest I didn't notice, I didn't have a scale and if I did I wouldn't have used it. I have hid from my weight my whole life, the number on my pants, shirts, dresses, scale. EVERYTHING. I would pretend it wasn't a big deal that at 19 I was a size 20. I tried to ignore the fact that I no longer fit into the BIGGEST size at my favorite stores. It didn't bother me that my waist line was at a grand total of 57". Almost too  big to fit on the average measuring tape.  I put the daily uncomfortable situations out of my mind such as taking up more than a seat on a bus, the couch, in the car and on the plane. I didn't think about what I was truly putting into my body because I enjoyed food.  How it was poison, how my body grew in response to it. I paid no mind to a daily caloric limit and even if I had I would have filled my diet with the same old junk. Despite my lack of knowledge I decided to start. I knew fruits and vegetables were better for me than hot pockets and ice cream. I knew walking on a treadmill was better than not even getting out of bed. So I went with it, and for the first time in my life my body knew a different kind of hunger.  One that craved not only learning about fitness and nutrition but also practicing it.