I must have rewrote this same post a million times. Seems like I just can’t get it right. I can be quite the perfectionist. I start writing and think I have a direction only to find I’m rambling on about this and that. Being completely honest here I’m not sure where to start but I feel that maybe explaining why I decided to start blogging in the first place might be a step in the right direction. I think every person has a story and every story deserves to be told. This is me sharing mine. I had my children young and had everyone telling me that my life is over and that I must now and forever live for my family. I must have took that to heart. I looked in the mirror I mean REALLY looked and I didn’t know the woman starring back at me. I let myself go to the point of not even knowing who I am anymore. Can anyone relate? I can’t be alone in this. I have gained so much weight that I am now the heaviest I’ve ever been in my whole life. The bags under my eyes make me look like I have two black eyes. My wardrobe is that of a bums. I’m not proud. When I was younger I pictured my life so different than it is right now in this moment. I thought I would have a degree and a career by now. None of my goals have been met. I feel like time is moving by but I am just standing still. Oh but I have a plan. I will better myself and this is my journey. I’m sure finding myself will be one wild ride but worth it. I will lose this weight, start school. Get a damn job which hopefully will lead to a car. I’m getting my life back on track. That life I wanted for myself is just to good to give up. This is a game changer.