My husband and I have worked with troubled youth for nearly ten years in a residential addiction treatment program. It is faith based and amazing to see what God does in their lives. However, I know I have my own addiction--one that I have not broken. I sense that my out-of-control eating displeases God and serves as a poor example to the kids. How can I tell them that God can help them break the strongholds over their lives when I don't let Him help me break mine? Oh dear.

I weigh the same now (173) as I did when I got pregnant with my daughter. That's good progress, since I was well over 200 at delivery. But it's been three years, and I'm really tired of having to buy "extra large" or "2x" clothes, and I'm tired of hoping a cute shirt comes big enough, and I'm tired of that fat roll on my back.

I only really can focus on weight loss in the summers--that is, I can't exercise the same once school starts. I maintain okay, just can't seem to lose when planning-teaching-grading-reflect-repeat starts.