“At 40 years old, I was walking around a theme park carrying my then 6-month-old daughter, feeling short of breath and “heavy”; my legs were swollen, and I felt fatigued from simply strolling around ‘the happiest place on earth…’
I was just over a decade out of the Army and had been a nurse for almost 10 years. At that moment, it hit me like a freight train that I was on a path I didn't want to be on. In those 10 years, I had gained well over 50 pounds. I stopped weighing myself, as if somehow that would lessen the damage. As a critical care nurse, I could clearly see where that path was leading every time I was on duty. I was going to be on the other side of the hospital bed... I needed an intervention.”
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