By Guest Blogger Erika Rath
300 pounds! 300 pounds! I looked at the scale and couldn’t believe the number staring back at me. How had this happened? How had I let myself go? I was in my early twenties, miserable, and weighing in at an unthinkable 300 pounds.
It had to stop. But how? I had tried it all. The diets, the weight loss coaches, the calorie counting, the cabbage soup diet, the no-carb diet, etc… NOTHING WORKED! Sure, I got excited after I lost a couple of pounds, but then I couldn’t stay strict for long enough and fell off the wagon faster than I could shove a chocolate brownie in my mouth.
Now stay with me here… I ate because I thought I could. Really. Even at my heaviest weight I still managed to stay “in shape” and exercise. In fact, I was a devoted gym member who never stopped going. And I believed that this gave me the green light to eat as much as my heart desired. Boy, was I wrong! My weight kept escalating while my self esteem reached an all-time low.
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