Absolutely!
My a-ha moment was when, after my mother had begun recovering from yet another diabetes-complication hospitalization, I had found out she had lost a lot of weight in the process of nearly losing her life. She weighed less than me. For the first time ever. And I admit, petty snot that I am, that bothered me. I began to look at how closely I was following her path. I was pushing 260 again, after giving up on the LC diet AGAIN and regaining all my hard won losses, because I thought I could HAVE A LITTLE and deserved a treat here and there.
Right....got a bridge in Antarctica to sell ya, Jess! I "little bit"'ed myself back all the weight.
If I kept on, I would end up a very obese diabetic, bedridden, with my Hubs having to change my diapers! Heck-to-the-NO! I wasn't about to let that happen. So I made the decision that I was done with my addiction for life, because my children deserved more from me.
I haven't cheated once. I very seldom suffer from depression anymore where I used to struggle. For the first time, I really do have hope and I KNOW I can do this. I'm getting fit. I'm happy and energetic. I'm driven and determined. And entirely new person than what I had become. The old me did die, and the person I once was has been resurrected.
Not the simple answer you might have wanted, but I do tend to be verbose and I apologize for that.
I am sad at all the time I wasted. Sad about how I have ruined my body...I won't ever be able to wear a bikini. I spent years living a half-life. Not really living at all. I was a bad example for the kids, and my Hubs had to live with "that person." But I'm not going to dwell on that. I have so much life left to live this new way. I'm grateful I figured it out in time. I'm 35, my metabolism isn't getting any younger. I have so much to look
forward to; I'm not going to look
backward. My life is the other way.