These people are responsible for the intervention that started it all:
They loved me enough to tell me what I didn't want to hear.
Mom runs like the wind- in marathons, half marathons, and triathlons.
She has the self control to eat one cookie. Just one.
She teaches PE at Manilla Elementary.
Dad exercises despite physical limitations from a car accident when I was 5.
He mountain bikes and takes me on walks when I'm in town.
He always asks how I'm feeling and if I'm taking care of myself.
Just call me a daddy's girl.
Mom&Dad recently started on the Weight Watchers program, and have been successful so far.
Chris is my loving husband- through thick and thin (literally).
He loves me, no matter what, and encourages me to do better.
He takes care of me when I don't take care of myself.
He lost 60 pounds on his own- without weight watchers or any other fancy system.
He gets my lazy butt of the couch and to the gym as much as I allow him to.
Without them I'd still be in denial.