About Me!

About me....ugh. Yeah. I'm 28, married, gained one child and about 80 pounds! I have an MBA which I hide in a folder on top of my fridge, a BA in Art (why would anyone get that? I have no idea) and I'm working on a Masters in Teaching so one day I can, ugh, join the real world and get a job. Blech...icky I know. But I guess there comes a time when we've all got to grow up right? So, what, like five, maybe six more years until I really "have" to do that right? And, I plan on saying that exact same phrase at the end of every five or six years!

At around 20, or 21 I had finally gotten my out of control body under control! I had confidence through the roof, I had friends, I had--gasp! A job!! Yikes! Really? I had a boyfriend. Life was gooood. And then, my husband and I decided to have a child for the sake of his dying mother, so that she may see her grandchild before she died. Makes sense right? Sounds greeeaaat! Yeah, well, I ate all that great, and ate some more. Then I ate some more, and hey, I was still hungry and eating for two so I ate some more right? I was free to eat all I wanted because I had deprived myself so much with dieting in the past, to be a size 4. So I ate and ate and ate. Yeah you get it, I ate a bunch of stuff. And then, shocker, I was a big old cow after the baby popped out. 223 pounds of cow to be exact. I remember, because I wanted to strangle myself with a sheet and jump out the hospital window when they weighed me for the last time. But, alas, I had to preserve the life of the child inside me that I had used as an excuse to eat. I know, what a sap right? And in the end, my husbands mother did not make it and he was left with this beautiful child and moi....big as ever.

While I haven't lost much, but gained so much in terms of happiness, and um, fat. I've lost my confidence all together. I don't and can't work. I have a ton of medical problems, and I seriously wear the same pair of saggy baggy pants every day until I have to wash them. And that's only when I've got no choice! At some point in life, right now to be exact, I'd like to lose the fat and get my life back! I'd also like to be confident enough to use that MBA that I worked so hard for that's currently between my cookbooks! So join my ridiculous, probably daily ramblings on food, fat, most likely eating, and whatever else comes to mind!

Let us be the support we need for each other to get back what was stolen sacrificed in the name of our little mini-me's!

I am currently on the Weight Watchers Program, and many of my posts will focus on the stress, successes and failures of everything from recipes to overdone food days and underdone exercise days I'm sure! Share what works for you, what doesn't and maybe a kind word or two!