My weight and food were the first things I thought of when I woke up and the last things I thought of before I went to sleep. Every morning I woke up hopeful that today was the day I would finally "get it" and stop overeating. Every night I went to bed feeling like a failure. My opinion of myself was dependent upon how well I was following the latest fad-diet. I had a brutal bully that lived inside my head and she constantly berated me for my imperfections. This hate of my body led me to spend many mornings crying out to God, begging Him for answers. My weight drove me to my knees, and Jesus...