Baby Steps…

So, I titled this first post “baby steps”, because that’s exactly how I approached the first day of my new life. I’m not going to lie…I was unsure. I already felt defeated, and I hadn’t even started yet. I’ve “dieted” (I despise that word) umpteen million times throughout my 41 years…I’ve been up…I’ve been down. It never worked, and I always ended up right back where I started…often with an additional roll (or two) than I had before. But I know now, it was NEVER going to work. Not with my attitude…

In December 2015, for whatever reason, I decided enough was enough. I prayed. I cried. I begged God to change my heart. I was at an all-time low, and my depression and anxiety were at an all-time high. God answered. My attitude changed. The seeds of doubt I had been planting for years started to sprout into tiny buds of hope. I started to see colors I hadn’t seen in a long time…hear laughter as it really was – music to my ears…and FEEL…AND TASTE!! I started to look at food differently. Not as the enemy, but as nourishment for a body that God blessed me with! I had been destroying a beautiful gift I was given…a gift many others have lost. LIFE. I was in short…killing myself, day after day after day…

Here it is…I’m going to help you. It’s going to be hard…but you will do it. You will do it because you are worth it. You are loved. You are cared about. You deserve to be happy…the loudest, craziest, wildest kind of happy! So let’s do it together…all of us. Take my hand and walk…       One tiny little baby step at a time…