I just want to ditch the stretchy pants

I had my sweet boy "W" a little more than two years ago.   Before I got pregnant with him I was a feel good size 8/medium and while I would sometimes complain how I hated my arms I generally felt pretty good about how I looked and how my clothes fit.  I could walk into a store grab something off the rack and pay for it without trying it on.  Today, I stand before you a muffin top momma that has hit the 200 pound mark and is wearing a size 18.  Shopping has become a major depressing event in which I try on what seems like hundreds of articles of clothing at dozens of retailers only to walk home with another t-shirt from Target and pair of stretchy khaki capri pants.  Girls, I still wear my maternity underwear sometimes.  I have to type this because if I am going to blog my weight loss journey then I must be honest and just throw it all out there for you to see because, let's be honest if you are friends with me personally, you see it anyway.  Up until now I was hoping the fat was hidden but it's not.
I love food. I always have but especially sweets.  Every tooth in my mouth is a sweet tooth.  Those of you who don't struggle with weight will cringe at this but I am the woman who can eat an entire pan of brownies.  If I make a pan of brownies and consume a few, then throw out the rest of the pan in utter despair to avoid eating the rest of the brownies I will then go back in the trash can an hour later and dig them out to eat.  I have done this.  I'm not proud of it but I am just being honest about my struggle with food.  In addition to out of control portions when I eat I also hate exercise.  I did workout before my son was born but I also had the time.  Now my life consists of  wrangling a head strong toddler around all day and imagine my surprise and disappoint that the pounds just literally haven't jumped off of me after becoming a mom! I feel as though I chase and bench press this kid all.day.long and what? Nothing comes off! So this is my journey towards HEALTHY.  I'm not looking for the elusive size of yesterdays gone by.  I want to be and feel good about my outside just as much as I feel good on the inside.  I started working out a local gym this morning where my son cried the entire 45 minutes I was away from him in the kid's area.  I will take one meal at a time, one day at a time and I hope you will help me by encouraging and supporting me in my successes and my failures (because there will be plenty I promise you).