My Turning Point
I looked down at my enormous stomach-----where I carry most of my weight---and couldn't believe how big it was. For whatever reason, I began to look, I mean REALLY look, at the rest of my body as well.
My ankles (if you could call them that) were swollen and red, my thighs and under arms were plagued by sweat pimples and skin irritations from body parts rubbing together.
My back and feet were killing me from carrying so much extra weight. My face, once oval with a peaches and cream complexion, was now horribly bloated and splotchy, and I had more chins than a Chinese phone book.
I hadn't trimmed my toe nails or shaved my legs for months because of the effort involved in bending over.
The last time I had been weighed was at Weight Watchers nearly two years before. At that time I weighed 360 pounds. I figured I must weigh at LEAST 400 pounds ---if not more!
A feeling of despair washed over me and I began to cry. I thought about how much I have missed in life because of my weight. The sense of regret was overpowering.
I knew that I had to do something............................ and so the journey begins..
