Sheree's Intro

So I'm a little overweight. Well, maybe a "lotta" overweight.

Who am I kidding? I'm fat. And I'm sick of being this way.

I've been obese for as long as I remember. As an adult, I became "comfortable" with my weight when I discovered that it would not affect my love life. As a matter of fact, there is a whole population of men out there who LOVE women with some extra meat (or fat) on her bones. When you've been a Big Girl your whole life, fat jokes roll off the rolls in your back like butter. I wasn't even offended when my toddler called me squishy! I would just think to myself, "Your daddy likes it," and go on with my day without a care in the world.

Don't get me wrong, I've tried to lose weight in the past. My doctors (or my mom) would always give me gentle reminders that I was getting larger and it wasn't healthy. I tried Metabolics, joined Curves (among a few other gyms,) and even had Lap Band Surgery. Each time I lost about 40 pounds only to turn around and gain 50+ back. I'm so over "diets."

Two weeks ago, I had to return a pair of 26W jeans because they were too small. For the first time in my life I had to purchase a 28W. I found myself suddenly embarrassed to purchase a piece of clothing. Later that week, I woke up with sore feet. I limped past my daughter and she asked if my feet were hurting because I was so fat. For the first time in my adult life, I was embarrassed about my weight.

So I'm changing my life. 

Although I'm not as concerned about numbers on the scale, I do want to live my best life. I don't want my daughter to look at me as fat and squishy. I don't want to have to purchase the largest clothing size in the store. I don't want my feet to hurt because they weren't designed to carry around 300 lbs of fabulous. Buckle up tight. We're in for an emotional ride.

Oh yeah, every weight-loss journey begins with a "before" photo. So here I am sporting a shirt that fit perfectly a few months ago:

Peace and Love, Sheree