I was working out off and on for quite a while but didn't get serious until December '09. at one point I weighed 183 pounds, and absolutely hated it. My depression killed me (and my poor husband that had to put up with me), and it was real hard to keep on the right path. My husband started going to the gym more and I always wanted to go with him. I started noticing how much better I felt and have been addicted since.

It makes me feel better about myself and helps my depression a ton. On my bad days I know that if I can just get to the gym I will feel so much better.