If you, or someone you know, has struggled with their weight their whole life you're familiar with the story: "I've been overweight for as long as I can remember. I've tried every diet and nothing has worked." In a nutshell, that was my story, too.
When I was 12 years old, my mom took me to Weight Watchers—and that was the first of many attempts to lose weight. I remember being teased by my peers at school. And although I was a competitive athlete, I let my weight hold me back from a lot of experiences. I hated going to pool parties and other social events.
Whenever there was an opportunity to make a wish, whether it was my birthday or the superstitious 11:11 on the clock, I always made the same wish: "to be thin." I'll spare you the rest of the details about my past, but the point is that I grew up looking at the world through the eyes of an overweight person. That's key to understanding the part of my story where it finally does work.
On September 1, 2006, I went to my doctor to get a physical. I stepped on the scale and the nurse shared that I was 206 pounds. I couldn't believe it. I felt completely blindsided because I had no clue that I was that overweight. I was shocked, ashamed, and upset. That day marked the last day that I would ever be that girl again.