Here is Marta history..
"In January of 2016, I stepped on the scale. I shocked myself because I weighed 360 pounds! This was the most I’d ever weighed in my life, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t feel good. I didn’t like the way I looked. I didn’t feel comfortable in my own body and I didn’t know what a positive body image was.
It took decades of abuse to get to that point. It didn’t happen overnight.
Sick and overweight
, I’d been on medication for my mental issues for over 28 years. If you know anything about antidepressants and antipsychotics, they make a person gain weight — a lot of weight. I don’t know the science behind it, but I know I was eating more often and eating more food at each sitting. I was hungry all the time.
I hated myself but could not stop to ate until I was sick every single meal. It didn’t matter that I had acid indigestion and IBS — when I wanted to eat, I ate. And I wanted to eat all the time. There were only two things I spent my small Social Security check buying — food and cigarettes.
And in addition to eating my weight in food, I smoked two packs of cigarettes a day. Partner that with my lack of exercise and I was a ticking time bomb. Shit, I was about to go nuclear at any time!
That was the worst time of my life.. I was losing my life, driving away friends out of shame, avoiding family visits that always came with sermons and ready-made recipes, pill statements. I was tired and doomed to failure.
I lost count of how many diets I started and gave up, how many gyms I enrolled, and never even walked through the door. It has never been so humiliating and sad to look me in the mirror.
Have you ever had that feeling that you knew what was wrong and what needed to change but it was as if your arms and legs were tied to a rock?
I knew what I needed to do, I knew I had to change my habits, I lost weight I knew I had to stop killing myself a little bit each day but I was like a little bird getting hit with a truck of insecurity, fears and blockages that were costing my life. I was standing there, waiting to get hit.