My body became a magnet for pounds and my clothes got tighter in not a good way.
It seemed my metabolism SLOWED to crawl.
I had no energy throughout the day, and I didn't want to do anything, so I would go to bed early at night hoping that would make a difference
Some nights I would go to bed at 8 PM and still be dragging the next day!
I didn’t how bad it had gotten until my husband and I were visiting our daughter at college and we booked a nice suite hotel room. When I walked in the bathroom, I noticed there was a fancy digital scale right in the middle of the floor. I hadn’t had a working scale in our house for years .
I don't know why I did it, but I stepped on!
247… I teared up immediately, and I couldn't breathe.
I looked up in the bathroom mirror...one of those big, whole counter mirrors that I couldn't escape if I tried.
I was so ashamed at what I saw I look so doughy and..... "round"
How had I let this happen? I knew I had gained but I saw myself the way others had been seeing me and it shook me.
I thought about the "image" I had seen all day and when we got back that night, I lay awake and made the decision to change