As the description of me states, I have started over more times than I can count. What I didn't describe is I am also fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. I have been for a long time. The title comes from when my oldest was around 12 and her dad and I were divorced. Dad got a gf and who was skinny. Of course, she was skinny due to meth but they didn't know that. I am sick of waiting for my life to begin as soon as I lose weight. I am done. It won't always be pretty but nothing worth having ever is.