Hi! My name is Carolynn and I'm transforming. I'm 39, a mother of three, I own a thriving and busy business and am a midwife who works long, long hours. I have a terrific and supportive partner. Since having kids I have watched my weight climb, my energy plummet, and I have really struggled with fitting fitness into my life. As much as I hate to admit it, I felt like a blob. Part of my identity is as a strong and tall and healthy woman, so it was hard to face that I was now blobby. I am a Weight Watchers drop-out (just too much work and focus for my measly .5 lb a week loss) x2. My body is clinging on to my fat like crazy (I'd be perfect in a famine - just got those 'hang on for dear life' fat cells). I think WW is a really sound and practical program - it just requires such a slow and steady burn of motivation and perseverance. I'm just not that person. Even as a very fit little chickie of 18, where I was biking to and from work across town every day rain, sleet and snow, I struggled with weight, despite eating really well. As a teenager I experimented with anorexia and bulemia and that was the only way I could be thin - clearly self-destructive - and I was able to resume normal life. So now, I have embraced my tall, big-breasted, little pouchy tummy, AWESOME self, and I am choosing ACTIVITY. I love food. Good, yummy, organic food of all kinds. My favourites are Japanese and Indian. I can cook anything! I've tried to steer my kids away from my obesity by instilling great food from an early age. We eat a lot of organic and fresh foods, drink raw milk, purchase grain-fed organic beef by the side, and try to eat as much food from scratch as is practical. My career does a number on the family as far as predictability and timing, so we sometimes order pizza (from a local bakery) and eat out a couple times a month, but we try to balance. We indulge in junk food occasionally, but overall, I think we eat really well. So how did I become 270 pounds? Well, however it happened, I'm going to change it. I started running (well, that is too generous. I move faster than walking, with both feet off the ground sometime in my stroke, but I don't think it's really running! But I will call it running because it is much faster than my walk!). I'm on week 7 day 1 today of the Running Room Learn to Run program. YAY! I'm doing it! I'm now up to 5:1 intervals (CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!!! ME: RUNNING FOR 5 MINUTES!). It's pretty comfortable. Tonight I start 6:1s. And it is going to be about 30C/95F during class tonight. Oy Vey. I was pretty disappointed that my weight started going up as I started to run. I gained about 5 pounds and was feeling pretty sorry for myself. But logic prevailed, I figured it was just muscle mass taking over blobbiness, and I figured I would just stick to it. Today, my lovely scale showed me down from 270 (#%@$$&) to 264. YAY! My BMI is 38. I'm going to count down the BMI as incentive. Only 4 more pounds and I'll be a 37. Ultimately I want to be below 200 lbs. I felt great at that weight - that will make my BMI a 28. Not ideal, but where I feel good in my skin. One of my problems (and this is a bit embarrassing) is that I got the big **** gene. I mean, like specialty-store-bra-only big knockers. I'm really hoping that losing weight will tame my lovelies into just 'buxom'. It will, right? I have really bad feet - completely without arches. When my feet were made the arches got left out. I suck water on wet floors with my feet. AND they are size 11. So when I went to get fitted for running shoes the best pair ended up being Brooks "THE BEAST". Talk about adding insult to injury: fat woman starting to run, can't find running clothes, and has to wear shoes called THE BEAST. And they are men's shoes because my local store doesn't stock women's size 12 shoes. They are fugly. But, they are comfy. So I sucked it up and have the ugliest running feet ever. My last thing to tell you: I signed up for a 5k September 10. Oh yes I did! With my sister. We're going to do it together. I'm so PROUD of us!