I have decided to be brutally honest with this. I've always tried to hide myself, my habits, and my mistakes--well, no more.

 I was a skinny kid until right before puberty. I gained weight - I was probably 40lbs overweight at the time. Then when I hit puberty and started to stretch out- my little brother died at the age of 10. I became an eating machine. As an adult I began hating myself even more. I had tried diets and made a few half-hearted attempts over the years, but nothing ever stuck.

One day about 9 or 10 months ago I decided I was done abusing and neglecting my body. I had a friend that had been heavy and had lost alot. She is a big inspiration to me. We became walking buddies. I walked every weekday morning 2 miles @ 6am. Now I can jog it!! I hope to be running it soon. I ran in a 5K about a month ago. It was so cool!! I have my runner's sign thingy on my wall to remind me I can do hard things. I want to have a wall full of them someday.