Once upon a time, a long, long, loooooooooong time ago, I was not fat. And then LIFE happened. It happens to the best of us. Which is so much better than death happening when you're in your early 40's with 3 kids - 2 of whom have special needs! Truth be told, death came after me just last May. My big, bad wolf came after in the form of a cardiac arrest, and just to add a tang of irony, he showed up during Mother's Day dinner. Luckily, I didn't die. More than anything, I wanted to... no…
