It was never about the weight. The weight was simply a metaphor for everything the extra pounds attributed to my life. 90 days ago I was 224 pounds. 224 pounds, unhappy, unhealthy and mentally unstable. If the outside of me didn’t look to appealing, you can only imagine what the inside looked like. I had no love for myself, no respect for myself and no idea of who I was. I was going down a dark dark path and I was close to the point of no return. I was partaking in everything that went against my moral values and
