I once tipped the scales at over 330 pounds - not a pretty number, but I have to swallow the pride involved and admit the truth. I got divorced in 2007, and with the stress of that and life, I let myself get carried away (mostly from only eating 1-2 meals all day and some days not eating at all).

Guys would call me "thick", and my response always was, "be honest, I'm fat". I do not want to go back to that ever again.

I had a baby at 41 - much to my surprise as I was told I would never be able to, and now my body has changed so much, so between the struggle of having a baby, my hormones being all out of whack for almost 3 years post-partum, ending a toxic narcist relationship filled with abuse and stress, I feel that now I am single and raising my kiddo with a great job I can finally be on track.

It helps with stress, feeling angry at the world, and plus, I have learned a lot of things, made some great friends, and found something I can be passionate about it to give my life purpose.