"Dig in! Dig, dig, dig!" our boot camp instructor Amy yelled. As the springtime sun rose over Atlanta, 30 women dug their toes into the near-vertical hillside. I was one of the first to reach the crest as Amy hollered for us to drop and pound out 20 push-ups.
I was in the best shape of my life. Built tall, busty and broad shouldered, with curvy hips and a nipped-in waist, I felt like an Amazon warrior.
But as summer approached I began to have trouble keeping up. Around the same time, my lifelong insomnia suddenly subsided. I was delighted to find myself sleeping a full eight hours -- until those eight hours became 10 and a nap in the afternoon. With all that downtime plus some serious carbo comfort eating, I began to gain weight. By Thanksgiving, I couldn't keep up at all, and I quit the class just as the holiday feasting began.
I had been to see my doctor several times, but because of a mix-upRead More »from Living Large: How I Learned to Love My Body