For as long as I can remember, I've been overweight. It's sad to say that the lowest weight I can remember being at is 185 my sophomore year of high school. I was blessed in that I looked 160, at most, but the scale didn't lie. I wore a size 16 jean and when I look at pictures of myself then I can't help but think how skinny I look. Ironic how I would now kill to have that body, but back then I had really low self-esteem all because of my weight.

Come high school graduation, I weighed 210 lbs. Flash forward to college, where I mysteriously quit having my period and gained another 33 lbs. When I looked on the scale and saw 243 staring back at me, I jumped into action by working out too much and eating too little. I lost 20lbs in a month.

Flash forward to a year ago and I'm at my heaviest: 265lbs. I go to the doctor to see why I haven't menstrated in 3 years and it turns out I have a whole slew of weight-related health issues. I'm incredibly close to being a type-2 diabetic, I am insulin resistant, I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, etc. Long story short, I needed to lose weight or risk never being able to have children and be a slave to food my whole life. So, after seeing a nutritionist, I lost 14 lbs within the first month. And for some reason, that wasn’t enough and I stopped the plan. I’ve kept most of it off and weigh 248 today.

I have a wonderful bf of 5+ years and we've been putting off getting married so I can lose some weight and look beautiful in my wedding pictures. I also want to be a mother more than anything in the world, so I have to lose weight to lessen the symptoms of my PCOS, which will make conception possible.

So that's my story in the world's largest nutshell. I'm here because I have to be. I'm doing it for me and everything else I've always wanted. What better reason is there than that?