About me .. hmmm. Well I am 46 years old and have always had 'one of those' shapes. You know the ones where the few extra pounds would always wind up in the right place? About a year ago, I noticed that I did not like what I saw in photos, my son always said. 'Mom you are NOT fat!'. God love him. I immediately started on an exercise program and quickly dropped about 4 pant sizes (even with the junk in the trunk).

Fast forward to now a year later. I quit smoking and became more sedentary due to school and work I woke up one morning and took a trip out of town with my son. As we were packing, I asked my son to toss a pair of jeans into my bag for me. In the bathroom.. Wiggling and jumping and finally convinced that he had accidently put a pair of his (beanpole thin) jeans in by mistake, I whipped them off disappointed that I would have to find something else. Ready to fuss, I pulled out the tag and realized that not only were they MY jeans, they were my FAT jeans! The Horror! Keep in mind, these jeans had gotten so big that I did not wear them for fear of shooting the moon (even with a belt) everytime I bent over, or having them fall down completely without a belt.

When I got home I immediately downloaded the calorie counter app to my smartphone and started counting. I was still in denial as I was sure it was only ten pounds so I fudged the initial weigh in by 20. Horror of horrors, when I finally dug the scale out it was 40 pounds.

That's when I knew I had to do something. I suffer from RA and know that being in shape by getting exercise can help the symptoms. I am here for the long haul.