My weight has been at one extreme or another during my adult life. One year I’m “normal” (around 160 at one point), and the next year I’m morbidly obese (up to 255 once), all due to my problem with binge eating. Such a difficult admission, but there you have it. This year, I’m almost 250 lbs again, and I’ve got to turn it around. I just can’t live knowing that I'm encroaching on other people's space on plane rides or in packed movie theatres, knowing that I avoid social situations ‘cause I’m so embarrassed about my weight. I know all too painfully that I’m literally missing out on my life. I have to deal with the out-of-control eating and emotional issues I have with food to break the cycle. So on April 5th, 2008, I started Weight Watchers. I’ll keep you posted.
Other than that, I’m a teacher at an inner city school, and I absolutely adore my job. I’m a football fanatic, and just love watching sports in general. I just started training again for 5Ks (which I used to do prior to my latest cycle of weight gain). And I also have a fat cat. Her name's Fergie (named after the Duchess - NOT the Pea). She's dieting with me this year. She's not taking it well.