The other night I had a breakdown.

I needed to wear a nice shirt for work and none of them fit. I threw most of my clothes in the trash and was very upset about how fat I've become.

I have a closet full of clothes that I have outgrown. I have gained all the weight I lost and a lot more!

This is the fattest I've ever been.

But tonight, I am celebrating what I am calling, "My Fattest Night Ever!"

I have decided that tomorrow will be the beginning of the new me. The me that will never ever be this fat again. Someone who makes wiser choices and who tries to find little ways to change so it's not overwhelming.

All night I have had this feeling like something big was coming. It's a feeling I remember having when I was going to quit smoking.

A feeling of power, and knowing that I can and will do this.

So tonight, I celebrate that I will never see the number on the scale that I did earlier.

I've decided to make this change.

Tomorrow I start.