Let's start at the very beginning

There are days when I Look at my life and think "what the Hell". Somedays it is tough. Somedays i make poor decisions. I mean, it isn't like I am Arnold Schwarzenegger and a baby mama has crawled out of the shadows to collect for her lottery ticket love child. It isn't like I am Lindsay Lohan using the entry to the local jail as a revolving door as penance for my actions. I have morals, I have a sense of right and wrong, I don't ask "why me," because the answer is "why not me?". I am an overweight alcoholic with Prada tastes on a Payless budget. Making changes is part of life. Growing up is part of life. Becoming responsible is part of growing up. So here I am, 5 years outside of gastric bypass (cosiderably thinner)and 1 year into sobriety (a grateful alcoholic in recovery). I still refer to myself as a fat girl and as an alcoholic because I am. Just because I have taken off most of the weight and don't drink alcohol doesn't change who I am. I am in recovery, I am progress, not perfection. This is where my story begins.