This past weekend, I shared lunch with three Code Red rebels who are all at different stages of their journey. One is a brand new rebel jumping in with a 10 Pound Take Down challenge and accountability. She is excited and feeling strong. One has done challenges and a...
Were you looking away? Or was I too busy looking down? A few years ago, I would have had a much different answer. Certainly there is judgement and discrimination toward overweight people. We cause an inconvenience when a situation requires sitting closely or a shared...
August 11, 2013— Journal entry: “I am not sure how to do all that I need. I am scared. I feel alone. My foot hurts so bad. I am scared I am going to die.” My foot hurt because my diabetes was out of control. I could barely feel my toes anymore. By this time, I had...
In high school, I always felt an intense pressure to be skinnier. I was not medically overweight but I was certainly bigger than my friends. My mom often cooked for us—good southern cooking and always plentiful. The foods I now refer to as “junk” were...
How is it possible that I ever looked in a mirror or saw pictures of my fat self and still could convince myself that nobody noticed my size? I actually spent years avoiding mirrors, cameras, my reflection, even my shadow. If I didn’t see myself, they...
I had a good childhood. I was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia. I was a southern peach, and with that came the teachings of how to properly entertain, write thank you notes and even how to iron bed sheets. My dad worked, and my mom was at home with us for most of...
