Truth.

After trying for a couple years to get pregnant, we finally decided to see a doctor. I had always known it would be a trial for me to get pregnant. I have PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). It pretty much stinks to have it. We went to a fertility specialist, who worked with us for a year. Nothing was working. I'll never forget my very last appointment in her office, Dan had to work so my mom went with me. Sitting on the end of the examining table, she looked straignt into my eyes and said, "Sarah...you have everything it takes to have children, you just need to lose weight." She said it...she sealed the deal...she confirmed what I knew in my heart, but needed to be told straight up. I was glad my mom drove that day, because I cried all the way home. For someone who weighed a few pounds away from 400lbs... JUST losing weight was a big deal. There was a lot to lose. (And I'm not just talking lbs.) Who was I if I wasn't the fat girl? What would I be? My identity was...the fat girl. Everywhere I went I was reminded... I was the fat girl. I'd walk into a grocery store and hear little kids say, "Mommy, that lady is fat!"...and mothers quickly trying to shush their kids so I wouldn't hear. If I wasn't the fat girl anymore, who was I?

"Don't copy the behavior and customs of this world,

but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think.

Then you will learn to know God's will for you,

which is good and pleasing and perfect."

Romans 12:2