Once I got to the hospital, I realized how serious what happened to my father was. He could have died. It was a very real possibility. He didn't, which was great, but it was a pretty big wake up call. I have the same blood, the same family history. My Uncle Ken died because of diabetes, other uncles and aunts have gotten it as well. I am at really high risk. I don't want to go through that. I don't want to die from that.
So once again, I am starting a diet program, but this time I feel different. I feel a more sense of urgency because Weston and I are wanting to have a baby. I don't want to have this excess weight when I get pregnant. But it's really emotional. It's very hard to admit to myself that I have gained 50lbs since I got married. That's 15lbs a year. It's not morbid, but it is dangerous. If I kept going this way in another 3 years, I would be approx. 270lbs. I refuse to do that to myself and to my husband.