My weight was affecting my health so much that I found myself taking seven pills every day, for things like high blood pressure, diabetes and trouble sleeping. I wasn’t able to walk far without running out of breath, and had little energy overall.
I’ve battled weight since my teens. I was all about dieting, and diets worked for me. Until they ended, that is, at which point I would just balloon right back up. My parents passed away within two years of each other, and I used food as an external source of comfort. But that external crutch was deteriorating me internally. I couldn’t go to the movies because I didn’t fit in the seat, and just walking a city block left me gasping for air.