*le sigh* So it begins..

I suppose I could be witty and funny, but the fact is, I'm just not feeling up to the challenge for this introduction. Give me a few days, and it will come back. So... here I am, in a nutshell.

I am 29 years old, the wife of a pretty amazing man named Maxwell, and the mother of two awesomely rambunctious children. I have battled with my weight since the birth of my son Corbin, who was nearly 10 pounds at birth. He was not a planned kiddo, and so when we found out we were having a kid, I stopped smoking cold turkey and ate everything I could get my hands on. In the end, I paid for it. After a rather intense and strained pregnancy, followed by an emergency c-section, my body was completely wrecked. I had gone from 125 pounds (at 5'5") to over 200. This was, believe it or not, 2 weeks post partum. I shed the pounds really slowly, but would find that no matter what I did it would fluctuate wildly. Lose a few pounds here, gain one now and then. I wanted to rip my hair out. Between the 6 week healing period, in which I will admit to being a whiner and a bit lazy, and 1 year post partum, I only lost 20 pounds. And so now I was at 180.

A friend convinced me to try a juice fast, which I swear I will never *ever* do again, and I lost another 20 over some time, but I felt miserable. After awhile, my husband wanted to try for a second child. I was terrified, but knew that I wanted another as well. This pregnancy, since planned, was much easier. I ate balanced meals, and walked with my dog Titan everyday. That is, until the last half of the pregnancy in which I was confined to bed rest. Still, I did not gain too much, and the rest of the pregnancy went by quickly.

My dear daughter is now 2 years old, and I'm back to 180. My weigh still fluctuates, and I pass between days of intense energy, and extreme lethargy. I blame the lethargy on being a sometimes insomniac, which I've heard can slow metabolism as well.

I looked in the mirror two weeks ago, and I'm horrified by what I see. My husband supports whatever I do, but it's hard when he's 6'2" and 150 pounds, drinking a 12 pack of mountain dew a day and eating any and everything he wants. He understands, but he doesn't GET IT, if you catch my drift.

I feel like the odds are stacked against me, but I'm not unwilling to try everything I can to be a reasonable weight and above all..HEALTHY.

So... here I am. I hope I find friends among you, and a great support structure through which I can achieve my goals!