We All Need Support Sometimes

By now y'all know that I'm a contestant in the Flab to Fab Challenge. The challenge started Monday and I'm fighting demons. It's not just the weight. It's what the weight represents. It represents years of self abuse. Of over indulgence. Of addiction. Of hiding emotions. Of avoiding challenges.

Each stretch mark on my body is a scar that goes deeper than skin can really show. They remind me that usually only pregnant women get them, and I am still no one's mother. The extra pounds on my stomach remind me of the good experiences I've had eating out with family and friends. Dates that Matt and I have been on. Birthdays and Anniversaries celebrated over steak. But they also remind me of all the times I've turned to food to ease stress. Times when I've come to terms with my weight only to be torn down by a friend, family member or complete stranger. Days when visits to the doctor meant being told that everything wrong with me is my own doing.

It is an uphill battle for me that goes far beyond being over weight.

I've never been able to do this before.

So I need help.

I need your support. I need friends, readers, family (and you are all my family) to cheer me on, because I need it. For as many people over my life who have teased me for my weight, I'll need at least two others to help build me back up during this process.

It's not about a prize at the end, because this journey will go beyond 8 weeks. This is about my life.

So I'm asking for help.

Check out my Flab to Fab blog where I will be writing about my experience and vlogging through this process. Yesterday was a good day, today was a bad day. I will be open there as I am here.

And always, bare foot.