Hello everyone, hope you have enjoyed your week. As you know, I share what is on my mind, and heart, here on my blog. Some of you might agree with me, some may not. That is ok, life is filled with various opinions. As you know, I really struggle with my weight. I was overweight as a child, and was a chubby teenager. When I got married, I was 21 years old, and weighed 152. After I got married, my weight began to balloon. At my biggest, I weighed 258 and a half pounds. In 2012, before my stroke that year, I became anorexic , got down to 98 pounds after my stroke. When I got out of rehab , and went home, I gained some weight. I stayed close to 130 pounds. When I had my heart attack, and triple bypass in November 2014, I lost a little weight. When I went home from rehab that time, my weight stayed between 125-128. Then, in March 2015, after I attempted suicide, while in rehab, I lost more weight. Was so little, and very sick, could not eat, because it would make me physically sick. They would give me nutrition shakes, could not even keep them down. When I came home in April of 2015, I slowly began to gain some weight. At the end of 2015, until now, I have put on some weight,. I now weigh 150. I hate this weight. I liked being small, after being big my entire life, and being made fun of constantly. My counselor said, I have had a eating disorder my entire life. She said, I consider food my best friend, a comfort. Whenever life ,and circumstances hurt me, I run to food. Then, I quit eating, to punish myself, and lose weight. On top of everything else in my life at this time, my husband decides to tell me the other night, that I have gotten fat again. So, I have really been feeling, deeply broken. He also told me, that he does not think I should see my counselor any more. I was going to her, every two weeks, but, I have not seen her since before Christmas. Thanks for letting me share, appreciate all of you.