Here goes nothing...

My name is Kim, and I am FAT. That's right... Fat, with a big capital F. I didn't always used to look this way. I look back at pictures of myself when I believed I was "huge" and would give anything to be that size again. A few weeks ago, I stepped onto the scale and the number screaming back at me was one I have never seen... not even after two pregnancies. I was so ashamed of myself, and even more disappointed that I had let my weight spiral that far out of control. On May 6th, I had had enough. Enough shoveling food in my mouth to make myself feel better, only to feel worse afterwards. Enough of eating when I wasn't hungry, and trying diets only to give up a few days later. I am taking control back of my life. I am so tired of feeling self concious. I'm tired of never finding clothes to fit because I am constantly gaining weight. I don't want to start a diet. I want to start a lifestyle change. In the last two weeks, I have eaten more clean than I ever have. I have stopped drinking soda, cut out my sugar intake, and started excercising. I have dropped 13lbs so far and feel better than I ever have. I am motivated, I am determined. In two years, I will be 30. I want to look back on that day and be proud of the person I am... not ashamed of the person I let myself turn into. I know there are hard days ahead. I know I will cry, I will get discouraged... but I want to do this. I want to do this for the Kim who has cried herself to sleep over her weight; for the Kim who's never been comfortable in her own skin. I want this, and I can do this.

I hope to meet some amazing people along the way