There's a saying, "When Mama's not happy, nobody's happy." That was my family when I weighed almost 300 pounds. I was miserable and always snapping at my husband, Rick, and our kids, RJ, now 11, and Heidi, 9.
I'd grown up overweight, but became obese after having children and starting a photography business. As Rick and I got busier -- some weeks I worked more than 100 hours -- our habits got worse. We ordered pizza twice a week and snacked through late nights on chips and soda. By my 30th birthday in November 2010, I weighed 291 pounds, and my waist (five feet around) almost matched my height (5' 3"). I also had lots of health problems: prediabetes, high blood pressure, and asthma.
A holiday "gift"
About a month later, as my sister was showing me the photos she'd taken at our family holiday celebration the day before, she flipped past one quickly. When I made her go back, I saw myself -- in size 28 pants and