And so it goes...my big fat story...

So I got sick...it started on Friday, but I very stealthily denied it until Sunday after lunch when I felt sooooo sick. I loosened the eating reins, and wow, that will make you aware of a lot of things!
Food comforts me. It is available and seems when it is still on the shelf and in the fridge to be what I need, what will complete the moment. I never was overly heavy when I was growing up, but I also danced for hours in front of the sliding glass doors. I was on the drill team, or dancing, or hanging out with friends. But if I could find a way to "eat out" , I was stoked. For some reason, fast food, restaurant food, hell, even convenience store burritos called to me. Texture, MSG, sugar, baby....I wanted it. So imagine when I had a baby, and had just exited the Eden of a teenaged metabolism, and the weight gain began. I rebelled. I dug my heels in and ate whatever I wanted to. I convinced myself this was only temporary, I would regain my balance, I should be able to indulge and indulge and indulge.
Three more kids later, and I knew I was in trouble. I even craved healthy foods, but found temptation luring me again and again.
So here I am. Five pounds lighter. And freaking determined. Because I am ready. And it is time.
Because I want to look like the person I feel I AM!
So another week goes....