Growing up, I was the girl who had to wear the pink dress her mother made at her First Communion because I couldn't fit into the frilly, white dresses that you're supposed to wear. I was the last person to finish the mile in gym class every time, and the sweet, funny girl boys always joked around with but never asked out.
At 263 pounds, I didn't see how I would ever reach my goal. Other moms swore to me I would never lose all the baby weight, my doctor warned me it was only a matter of time before "You end up like your parents and develop diabetes," and all the evidence proved that, (even if you did loose weight), 90% of all dieters gain it back. I'm glad I didn't stop trying.
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