I will start off by saying that I have not been this way my entire life (because, really? I think all babies should have some fat…though, I’ve never seen one that was morbidly obese.) Also, the phrase “I’d tried everything!” just wouldn’t fit.  So, here it goes…

At age 26, I was full of ignorant bliss and anticipating the birth of my first child.  The day I went into labor the nurses weighed me and my belly full one last time.  After several moments, the digital scale beeped and the nurse jotted down the number, announcing it out loud.  I weighed in that day at 417 pounds.   I was so shocked by the number on the scale that I blocked the memory of that number out completely for over a year.

Six weeks later…

Striving to be the best parents we could be, my husband and I set out with our little bumpkin in the stroller for an afternoon walk.  Half a block later, reality set in.  I was so out of breath that I couldn’t talk and walk.  I couldn’t even push the stroller.  I cried.  I prayed.  I prayed for change.  Maybe you’ve been there before?  That talk you had with the Big Man upstairs probably sounded a lot like mine.  I clearly remember saying over and over for months in the beginning “God please give me the strength to change.”  And my journey of change began.

How did I do it?  What kind of trick did I use?  What miracle product did I pour my money....No…I’ll just stop there. My journey started so very small.  It all started with realizing the strength that God gave me.  I walked as far as I could whenever I could.  Eventually by summer’s end I could talk a little while I pushed the stroller.  After some weight started to come off, I began researching the ingredients I was unsure of in my foods, and found tons of scary things that I just couldn’t ignore let alone knowingly ingest!  I felt so small in a sea of acronyms and five part words that I couldn’t even pronounce. I changed.  I made dummy meals and snacks ready in advance for those hulking out hunger moments.  After months of doing what I could by myself, I started working on something new.  I found someone to talk to on a weekly basis to check in with on my trek.  Everytime I platued a little bit I looked for the next little way to mold and shape myself into a healthier person…and more importantly, a better example for my little bumpkin.  Nearly four years later, I have not reached my goal.  But, I’m not complaining…I’m changing!  One day at a time, one choice at a time, one lifestyle change at a time. You can too.