I can't remember a time that I wasn't aware of my weight. Seriously. My earliest memories include the notion that I was bigger than I was supposed to be. By the time I was 12, I was over 200lbs. This created a very lonely and difficult reality for me.
Luckily, I knew I wasn't meant to be in such an unhealthy body. I was completely confident that I would not be an overweight adult.
I started working out and watching what I ate a few months before my 17th birthday. By the time I was 18, I lost over 70lbs.
Unfortunately that wasn't the last time in my life I would have to drop weight.
Weight and the depression that accompany it have been the struggle of my lifetime. I have searched for help under every rock. I've thrown it up, ran it off, I've taken pills, I've attended meetings....
And those all made me feel like I was in control for a little while... and then I would find myself alone, at night, eating to numb the feelings I didn't want to pay attention to and ending up feeling really bad about myself.
In the past few years I decided enough was enough. I would get this addiction to food under control. I wouldn't try and "beat" the weight off of myself anymore. I would act as if I was already healthy, already thin, and treat myself with love and respect.
I invested the time, the $ for workouts and good nutrition, and it paid me back in health and confidence.
I've been there and back, and I'm ready to help others see the light the same way I did.