8-12-02
I go to several Dr. appts. 9\4, and then I feel the count down really begins. Right now I am just full of questions, the feeling of the unknown, and wondering how my life will be next year at this time. I look back on my life and realize why weight has been such a difficult journey. I grew up in a time before we knew that fat and smoking was bad for you. Also, as food we didn't have a choice, you eat what was on the table or go without. Pancakes, eggs, home made bread, or whatever could be made out of flour & fat drippings. What ever meat you had on sunday was ground up and had mayo & pickles added for your lunch on Monday. You could tell the kids who had money at school, by those who brought their lunch and those who didn't. I remember when I was a kid and belonged to Blue Birds, where we were going to have a sleep over, and my first one, where I was suppose to bring hot dog buns. We didn't have the money to buy them, so my mother made them. I didn't want to go because everyone would know we didn't have any money. My mother made me go, and I cried the whole way as I walked there. Once there the buns were a hit and eaten up in no time at all where I had to go back and get more. I can remember skipping and singing the whole way back because I was so happy. Times weren't easy and food was not always easy to get. So to this day I hord, and keep a pantry full.
I have really appreciated the support of people who don't know me, other than the common bond we have. Sally sent me a wonderful story, and a lady by the name of Sharon shared wonderful feelings. Sharon has had the surgery and looks wonderful and hasn't forgotten about those who are starting the process. My olny sibling who died in a plane crash her name was Sharon, and I think God directed this person my way for a reason. Thanks! Sharon..........