I tipped the scale at over 200 pounds. With the weather changing, I could no longer hide behind bulky jackets and baggy sweatshirts.
Naturally, I followed the popular diet advice.
I counted every single calorie.
Ran until it felt as though my kidneys were about to burst.
I even fight to ignore stomach pains laying awake fighting off cravings for pizza.
Yet, without a second thought, one of my best friends would eat McDonald's, brownies, ice cream, and pizza. Not a single smidge of fat was gained.
She laughed at all the “rules” I followed only to lose a couple of pounds for a few weeks.