It really hurt me since we have always had a
fantastic love life.
And then, worst day of my life came....when my husband and I got in a huge fight… I caught him
when he was about to cheat on me with a younger thinner woman.
He was complaining that I was so flabby, tired, and slow that I was ruining his “Golden Years”
..and I didn’t take it well.
But later on, as I sat alone in my room, I realized….
He had a point.
I wasn't the active, energetic, and happy woman he initially married. In fact, looking in the
mirror, I could hardly recognize myself anymore.
That night, I gazed at myself in the mirror, shook my head, and then my eyes fell to the floor
where I saw the scale I hadn't used in years. I stepped onto it, but it was dead.
I put a battery in (the scale was one of those fancy digital ones), And stepped on.
I couldn't believe my eyes! 236!
Ouch, how did this happen? I feel like I got slapped right in the face.
I glanced to the bathroom mirror, and painfully forced myself to take a good long look.
Anger Boiled up within me, and I couldn't shake off thoughts about that experience for the
rest of the day.
That evening as I was getting ready for bed, I made a
decision.