I'm a 33 year old photo lab supervisor who just recently relocated from a small town in North Carolina to the suburbs of Dallas. My fiancee, Hill, who is from the same town I'm from, fell in love with Plano when he lived here 4 years ago, and decided that this is where he would like to settle. I have never been off the East Coast, so I decided to come along with him--I'm not getting any younger and realized that if I'm going to have any adventure I better hop to it, so here I am. The change of scenery has given birth to a change of outlook, and I woke up one day and decided that I'd had enough of fat Sarah. I love her, but I'm ready to let her go and embrace everything that I've always wanted to do but haven't because of fat and fear. Taking control of my life through eating better is probably one of the scariest and most autonomous things I've ever done in my life (sounds sad, but independence and freedom have to start somewhere), but I am excited about finally facing the first internal battle of my adult life. As Richard Rohr, a fabulous theologian says, I am entering my second half of life, and I would like to start that journey with half of the person I carried through my first half of life.