Weight has been an ongoing battle for me ever since I can remember. I remember being over 200lbs in 6th grade. Yep, you read that right. Then in 8th grade I dropped down to 130ish.
Food is the devil.
Food is my comfort.
I eat when I'm happy, I eat when I'm sad. I don't work out or exercise... yet.
Food is my best friend.
Food is my enemy.
I've definitely got a love-hate relationship with it.
Now here I am, 19 months post partum and I've gained 40lbs. They need to go. I picked up Alli to help me out and to teach me what I can and cannot eat. I've started keeping a food journal.