I used to be happy with myself, and my body. Back in high school when I was a cheerleader, a dancer, and a yoga instructor.
I got stuck in a bad relationship and ate my problems away.
Ever since then I have been trying to lose the weight and get back to what I was, what I know I can be.
Although I always have good intentions, I have - or had - no self control. I love sweets, I love salt, and I loved anything packaged that was easy to just throw in a microwave and eat.
As of April I made a vow to change. It's slow. I'm taking baby steps, but I know I will get there.