Hi, my name is Jacklyn. For as far as i can remember, i have been considered "chunky". But at age 13, I had hit 225.I was bullied severely and ate to numb my pain. Both my parents have weight issues and because of it, have diabetes and my mother has tachycardia. My mother didn't realize I was fat till one day she saw me. She tells me that she wanted to cry because she felt like a bad mother. I don't blame her for my weight. For 5 year, i have been on a diet regimen. But for the fist 3, i rejected it. i would sneak carbs, which caused me to maintain. Till one day, I met a new friend. He was the only physical therapist here in my town and owned a gym here. I started going there and he and his wife taught me all about health and fitness. His name was Travis Perry. We would have weight loss challenges and compete together. At times, we would put the treadmill on the highest elevation and sprint till one of us dropped. Then one day, I stopped going to his gym. Still to this day I regret leaving. Just last year, a week before Christmas, Travis passed away at age 34. I was in a deep depression. At his funeral, I made him a promise. I would finish my weight loss for him. One month later, I had lost 20 pounds. I was smaller than I had ever been, but I wasn't completely done. But 2 months ago, I started dating a guy. I gained the weight back. I started getting stressed and angry and turned to food for comfort. Then a friend gave me something that would change my life. It was a picture of a man who taught me the way to a better life, how to be at my happiest. It was a picture of Travis. Now I am back, a new woman, starting on a journey not only for Travis, but for me and my health.