Hello World! My name is MIchelle, and I am a 25 year old wife and mother of one (which is quite enough right now, lol) living 1.5 hours north of NYC. I am so excited to be begining this journey, FINALLY! I have been severely overweight almost my entire life, and while I should have realized a million times over, it took an innocent comment made by my five year old son that I had lost control. So this is my story on how I am taking back my life!

As a child I was put on my first medically supervised diet at seven years old. Not only was this hard in itself, but my mother told the teacher about this, who in turn told all of the parents of my classmates so that there would not be any cupcakes for me during thier birthday celebrations. Don't get me wrong, I really believe that my mom had only the greatest intentions, but being the fat girl in the class lead to enough merciless taunting that I did not need the extra help she provided. We have always had an odd relationship when it came to weight issues. She is slim, but has always worked to maintain it. I think the mother in her hated to see me want for anything, but then she did not want me being fat either. Our relationship is summed up by this example: She'd say "Here, have a cookie. Then, I'd eat it and she respond with "Don't eat that crap!". She has told me before, "if you really are dieing to eat something,, like chocolate, just put it in your mouth, taste it then spit it out. That is what I do." Okay, I am sorry but if I put anything chocolatey in my mouth you will have to fight me to get me to spit it out.