Post # Uno! How I got here...

I have always wanted to venture into the world of blogging, but never really had anything to interesting enough to share! But a few days ago I had suddenly felt the urge to make a note on Facebook about my weight loss, I found that it was so easy just to sit back and type away. So here it is...I hope that it is not too boring!

I hope to write daily about my weight loss & my daily struggles with trying to maintain a healthy weight. My main goal with this blog is to try to inspire at least one person, show them that by stepping out on faith and making small changes in their life, that they can have a healthier happier life. I believe that if you set your mind to anything & stays focused you can achieve anything.

My dad & me eating pizza...I'm guessing I was about 3 years old

I was born in January '86. My dad was 51 years old when I was born & had quite a few health issues. When I was 8yrs old he passed away from a massive heart attack, I was with him when he died. Looking back I am happy I was there, but that is too much for any child deal with. It messed me up pretty bad & I buried it deep inside causing issues that at that time I could have never realize. For a while I blocked myself off from the out side world, began to ate to control my emotions, became over weight, depressed, thought about suicide & even tried once, and at 18 I found myself in a mentally abusive relationship.

After finding out that I was pregnant & leaving this relationship, I met my husband & found out what love was really suppose to feel like! In our 4 year marriage we have had 2 more children. Aiming to please & be a good wife/mom, I put myself last. I wanted to some how give my children everything that I didn't have after losing my father. There was no way I could take time out for myself, I thought it had to be all about them. That mind set had pushed me up to 260 lbs (well that & 2 pregnancies in 2 years!)

My family 2011 & me at my largest weight.

Something snapped in me after my mom was put in the hospital shortly after my youngest son was born. Thinking about her possibly leaving this world & having all that pain of my dads death stirring inside made me realize history repeats itself. I am at risk for the same health problems that killed my dad & landed my mom is that hospital bed.I could not risk putting my family through that...I could not live one more day unhealthy. I needed to change my life in order to live for my family.