Fed up!

Quite literally, actually. It was exactly eight years ago that I was completely fed up with being obese and miserable in my own body. I hated waking up every day with a plan to lose the weight, and then caving before I even made it through dinner (or lunch... or breakfast...). I hated feeling out of breath all the time, even when I was just talking on the phone or blow drying my hair. I hated shopping, because it just reminded me of how big I was and that I would never be able to wear cute...

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Weight Loss