I'm 21 and I have a 4 month old son, who is the reason I breathe. He is also the reason I am on here wanting to make myself better. I can feel myself getting to a point I'm sure I will come back from. I have been wanting to make this change for a while, but it wasn't until today that I actually weighed myself, took my measurements and became embaressed and worried that if I dont change, my son will feel the same way.

I love food, especially when I'm upset, I also love soda which will be a bit of a challenge for me to give up. I started smoking when I was 18 and quit cold turkey the day I found out I was pregnant, because I knew it was the best thing for my son and I was successful. Everytime I wanted one I pictured what he would look like, and sound like, and I thought about how if I caved in and something happened to him how do I tell him how selfish I was to put my wants before his needs. So that will be how I approach this, everytime I want a soda or a cookie or a 3 pack of jack's fried egg rolls, or even just one more serving that will put me over my calories, I will think of how beautiful my son is and how I want to live long enough to see him make the right choices for his children. Doing this for my son is in many ways doing it for myself, his happiness is mine!