Like most mothers, I relish the moment of uploading the latest pictures of my adorable child to share with family and friends. There I sit in front of the soft glow of the computer screen, marveling how quickly that grinning face has changed. That is until I get to that rare picture with me in it. My goodness am I really that fat?
Unfortunately, yes I am. And for a host or reasons and a litany of excuses I have, by my own standards (and most medical charts and graphs), really let myself go. Really go. Really, really go. Those fat pants I bought a couple of years ago to get me by until… yeah, those are now a wardrobe staple.

And while I am not in complete denial, I have—for reasons that are now lost on me—not been able to muster the determination or the patience to do something about my size and shape… and it kept getting worse.
It was a downhill slide since we moved here four years ago. Fresh off the wedding boat and the new kid in town, I was enticed by tasty frozen margaritas and a multitude of dining options. What better way to explore our new home, I justified, than a tour stop at all the great hot spots. Then it was one excuse after another: too hot to exercise, new job, another new job, work stress, family stress, busy schedule, baby, back to work… blah, blah blah. No ground-breaking excuses here—I had it coming.

And boy did it come! The pounds kept coming and coming and my clothes got tighter and tighter. And I refused to buy a nice, new wardrobe. And why not? My weight gain was just a temporary thing. Tomorrow, I would say to myself, I will eat healthy and exercise. Then, I thought. I would treat myself to nice “skinny” clothes. Until then, I didn’t deserve it.
Well, it’s been a whole lot of tomorrows but enough is enough. I knew my weight was affecting things in my life, but it wasn’t until my yearly physical in March that my frustrations came to a head. I am not stupid.  I know the basic tenets of healthy eating and healthy living. I just needed a kick in the fat pants.  I knew I needed to lose weight to feel better, to look better and to be a better mother and better wife.  Armed with new-found conviction, I confessed to my physician that I needed help. So we assessed my current habits and I think, as I sat in the scratchy confines of my paper gown, I finally had that “a-ha” moment I have been searching for.

So for a few weeks I paid attention to my eating and began to consistently exercise and I started to feel better. Without really trying (or in my case, obsessing) I lost 15 lbs in six weeks. I can do this, I thought. But I knew I needed the accountability to keep me on the straight and narrow.

So armed with a determination that I, in fact, I am done being fat, but willing to admit I needed assistance, I decided to turn to Medi-Weightloss Center. The 3-phase weight loss program incorporates nutrition, fitness, motivation and education and promises quick and safe results. Not only that but the list of local success stories reads like a Southlake phonebook. Everyone I bump into these days seems to be doing Medi and looks great and swears they feel great. I want to see for myself if it works and more importantly, will the results last. I figure, with strict diet and a doctor monitoring my progress weekly, I have nothing to lose… well actually a lot to lose; the program seems to be a no-brainer, though.