Hey readers! Remember me? You may be wondering what happened. Essentially I gave up. Here's the story: About a day before Thanksgiving last year, a friend of my husband needed a place to stay. As I may or may not have mentioned, we live in a tiny 500-square foot apartment. It's a one-bedroom. As you may imagine, a house guest is quite a burden. To further complicate matters, I was in the process of cleaning the apartment i preparation for Thanksgiving. We gave him our bedroom, as my husband and I had been sleeping in our respective recliners in the living room. That wasn't a difficult sacrifice to make, but to add to the complication of the burden and stress of having a house guest, the reason he needed a room is because he could no longer afford to live in his apartment as a roommate. So we took on providing a roof and food for this guest. Because we are in a good place financially partially because we have a tiny apartment and live modestly, we were fine helping thi...
425 lbs. That's the highest weight I've ever seen on the scale. In April of 2017 I saw 415 lbs while at a doctor visit. Enough is enough! Diets have never worked for me, but I am not giving up the fight. Follow along with me in my journey. I am confident I can ultimately succeed. 145 lbs here I come!