I am not good at change. I have had a lot of change happen to me in a very short time span in this last year. The glamour of weight loss is starting to wear off and I am left a little broken. Suddenly finding yourself with the body that you dreamed of (not really, but close enough - I had more realistic expectations) leaves you with a very strong "what now" feeling and that is when you suddenly figure out that weight loss does not solve all your problems.

I stood in front of the mirror this morning staring at this body that I feel like an imposter in. I feel like a fraud. One day I will wake up and the owner of this body will want it back and I will go back to the old me, the real me. The me my brain thinks I deserve. The invisible me. That little voice in your head, the one who likes to voice your self-doubts, doesn't like me at all. She never has. I am not friends with the nasty self-hating voice in my head. She has been working on trying to ruin my life since I was old enough to understand her. And today I find myself wondering why I give her so much power.

Welcome to my food blog! Things you will find here: many recipes, delicious food, weight loss stories, some bad language, a little bit of snark, and probably a lot of selfies. Things you won't find here: carbs.

Disclaimer: Please note that I am not a medical or nutritional professional. None of the posts on this blog are meant to replace medical advice and you should consult your doctor before starting a diet or exercise program. I am simply sharing my own experiences on this blog.

Hi! So after finally starting my food blog I guess I should start by introducing myself. My name is Elizabeth (or Lisa, or Liz, or Littlebit, or Pix - I have too many nicknames and no idea how this happened). I am a type 2 diabetic, I also have hypothyroidism, PCOS, anemia and on the 9th of March 2016 I had a BMI of 40. For the last ten years of my life I had been slowly, passively, killing myself by pretending that everything was ok. My husband and I had decided that maybe the next step was kids and so, as one does, I went off the pill. As it turns out the birth control pill was the only thing holding my body together like a tiny piece of dental floss keeping the house from falling down. And the minute I went off it, all hell broke loose.