I’ll be the first to admit I am control freak. My way is the perfect way. I’m a natural born leader so it kinda comes with the territory. But, as I grow and mature I’ve come to realize that I’m not in control of much. I can plan things down to a tee, but there are way too many factors/people usually involved. Does that mean that I don’t make plans anymore? Absolutely not. It just means that I’m more flexible. It means that I’m able to go with the flow. Even if things don’t turn out the way I’ve planned or expected, I’ve learned to trust that whatever the end result — things end up the way they are supposed to. I’ve learned to take a deep breath and let it go! Because, truthfully, life has a way of picking you up and carrying you to where you are supposed to be.
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures...
Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!