Many stories start with "Once Upon A Time..." and usually explain about some mystical land with a prince or princess. As a child, I loved these stories. I used to imagine I was a Knight saving people, or a Princess befriending a dragon that came to kidnap me. As a child, these were the only things I could do to keep myself occupied as I was always in and out of the hospital.
People always assumed that my asthma came from being overweight, as that was the stereotypical view thanks to Hollywood movies. Sadly though, my Asthma happened at birth. According to my mom, I stopped breathing twice shortly after birth, then spent time in NICU - Neonatal Intensive Care Unit - while they worked to keep me breathing.
I became overweight because the doctors and my parents were always stopping me from doing much of anything since, well, everything caused me to have a severe attack and end up in the hospital. I hated life for a long time. Often wondered if it would be better to just stop breathing, let it all go. Then I would imagine just how sad it would make my parents, my sisters and maybe even some friends. I couldn't cause them that pain.
Gradually the doctors began to realize that getting in exercise...