The Beginning : My “holy shit” moment.

HOLY SHIT. Is what I exclaimed (rather loudly) in front of my three children as I stepped on the dusty scale that my 20 month old dragged out from under the bed. HO-LEEEEY SHIIIIIT. 261. Two hundred and sixty one pounds. It couldn’t possibility right. The scale MUST be broken. I mean seriously, was I really…