Went shopping last night at Kohls for a few size 8 & 10 pants! (Yeah!!!) A year ago I was wearing a tight 20 - so this it a little dance in the pants moment!

Anyways, as I was searching like a mad woman for the one particular style of cargo pants that they of course discontinued (and my personal fav - I have had them in size 18,16,14,12...and now 10s and a sprinkle of 8s) – an employee the size of my former self, asked if I was finding everything okay...apparently I was oozing out stress of needing help (lol) since I was looking frantic.

I told her what I was looking for and the size. Her comment back was, "You should be able to find your size over here on the clearance rack, let me help you (as she started to walk away). There's always tons of the skinny people sizes there for lucky ladies like you."

It took me a minute to let what she said sink in...I think she thought she did something wrong, because I didn't move to follow her - but instead just stood there looking at her...and before I could say anything - since I was still processing..she thought I was SKINNY. She turned back to me and apologized if I was insulted and explained how she's been big the past 15 years and she's stuck and doesn't know how to turn herself around...but she just got girl scout cookies and ate the whole box in one sitting yesterday.....

Finally, I had to interrupt this woman!!! I quietly told her to stop, I went on to explain that I was once 259 pounds, two years ago. She looked at me and said wow. I never would have guessed you were once a big woman like myself. I continued on to say - like everything - we have choices, some tough - some easy, to make in our lives. And no one can make them for us. We need to decide, when the time comes. And you will know when it's time. For me it was over 2 years ago; and reaching just shy of 260 pounds, losing a child, not being able to play with my son, being constantly out of breath, the start of a host of other problems...and no it wasn't my husband calling me names (which was almost everyday), him telling me I'm fat, telling my friends and mother, and anyone else who would listen to him that I was fat, nor my mother suggesting diets, etc...it was me...I buried myself in all the hurt, insults and pain...until I WAS FINALLY READY TO DO IT FOR ME!

This poor woman started crying, I think what I said really hit home with her - maybe it was because someone took the time to listen, maybe it was someone who was once like her, I don't know...maybe it something more. She asked what plan I used. I told her I have used several - but thru it all I've used My Fitness Pal to track all my food (which has really opened my eyes to what I was eating) – and Diet Bet to give me the push I need to get it done! I went on to tell her - there is no one diet plan...right now I use beachbody, 21 day fix...but I have used others - weight watchers, isagenix, nutrisystem, etc. The important thing is to keep going, until you find what works - FOR YOU. I personally have decided on 21 Day Fix/Beachbody programs, because it not only let's me eat real food, I have learned portion control, and finally it incorporates exercise! And not some long drawn out exercise routine...a quick in & out 30 min. program that I can do at home. BUT what works for me - might not work for you. It's about finding yourself first. Take time to do that. Take time to set some goals. Take time to relieve yourself of the stress that's holding you back.

We talked for nearly 30 minutes about her, her health and she told me she was seeing a nutritionist this week. I told her that's a start in the right direction. I wished her luck, and told her remember - you are doing everything for you - and you only --- okay maybe your kids too, but you're the most important thing to do it for! She gave me a hug in all her tears (yeah I was tearing too!). Geeze time really flew...I needed to get running... I checked out and headed home...only to realize I NEVER LOOKED FOR MY PANTS!!! Ugh...so I head back to Kohls tonight...damn it!!!