I know I haven't touched my postpartum depression blog for a long time, but I needed to step away from it. I still needed some wounds to heal before I could further the process and in doing so, I discovered that there was so much more going on than. I will still be updated my PPD blog; that story took a crazy turn when I discovered I was 5 months pregnant with my son when Hannah was 7 months old. I will get back to that soon, but first I need to get in touch with myself. I need to become healthy again. I mean, come on. I'll be 26 years old and I'm 320 pounds. Although I am fairly tall for the average female, that still makes me morbidly obese. Not the life I want for myself or my children. I refuse to let them watch me sit in the same comforting cycle I have been in for the last 3 years. I want to do better and feel alive again. This is happening, guys. It's not about being thin anymore. It's about being fit and healthy and fueling my body in the right way. It's about being able to chase my children at the playground, to get on the floor and wrestle with them, to keep up with them...as much as you can keep up with an 18 month old anyways.
No more crash diets, no more starving. No more fast food and no more short cuts.
It's now or never.