Used to I cried when I stepped on the scale. I cried because I was at first.....too big for the scale that had a dial. It would measure 10 pounds because in reality I was fatter then the 300 limit.
At that moment I cried.
I was watching my weight slowly creep up to unimaginable levels.
At that moment I cried.
I spent morning standing in front of my scale, terrified to step on and see what the truth was in my horrible eating habits.
At that moment I cried.
I would buy scales thinking, maybe if I got a new one that was fancy, it would somehow change my weight.
In those moments I cried.
It got to the point that I gave up in my weight. For a while I didn't care. I didn't want to know because I refused to face the truth. I no longer cared about my health, even though I was supposed to be a nurse and a good example. HA! yeah right.
But this morning I cried again. But something changed.
This morning I stepped on the scale and say a weight I hadn't seen in 6 years. And I cried. I cried for myself and my future. I cried for all the moments I said I couldn't. I cried because I realized this journey was possible.
At that moment I cried.
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