I'm a single mom of 2 teenage girls. I've pretty much been overweight all my life. Been called all kinds of hurtful names. Told no one would love me if I was fat. Just made me eat more. Recently, I lost both my mom and my younger brother within 10 months of each other. Started eating more to "help" ease the pain of losing two people that I loved dearly. Finally woke up 3 months ago and decided I needed to do something or my 2 daughters would end up alone without me. I've been going to the gym 3-6 days a week, eating better, and have managed to lose 16 lbs. Still have a ways to go, but every pound I lose, prolongs my life a little more ( I hope). I know I can lose the weight. Once upon a time, I weighed in over 350lbs. I'm down to 250. I want to keep going down. And I will because my story isn't over yet.