Ive always been heavy, my highest weight was 300. Growing up I was the youngest of 5. My parents were good providers in that I had everything I needed as far as material things but there was no love. I never felt wanted. I was never praised for doing a good thing or punished for doing a bad thing. I felt invisible. So I ate. Its taken me all my life to figure out why I always overate, now that I do know hopefully I will be able to deal with the past without eating it.
So..Im 47. Married for 17years to a man who adores me and takes far too much crap from me, but also likes to bring me donuts. I have 3 awesome children and a brand new grand baby. Ive been a nurse since 1986, but have not worked for 10 years due to low self esteem and chronic anxiety/panic disorder. Im from Houston, lived there for 38 years. Then moved to this tiny town of about 200 in Michigan and all I can say is "what was I thinking?" Its pretty safe though, no one locks doors and we all leave our keys and purses in the car. I do have this one bitchy neighbor that really pushes my buttons, but she doesnt like anyone and no one likes her either. Other than that is very boring here.