Anyone who knows me, knows my struggle with weight. From about 3rd grade on, I was the wrong weight for my age, height, etc. It has progressively gotten "out of hand." I don't remember when I said, "I can't stand this anymore." Maybe always, but never did anything about it. A diet here, extra excerise there, "I'll do it for the kids, "I'll do it for Chris." But I never really do it for me.
This is for me.
My nerves are getting the best of me. I'm hopeful. But the thought that something bad could happen consumes me at times. But I believe it will be fine, but there's always that chance. But to think I wouldn't see my kids grow up & leaving my family & Chris behind... well, let's change the subject...Wish me luck, won't you.
Think of me on Friday 2-1-2008, my new birthday.
Cheryl :my name in the font...Webdings...
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