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I've had an ongoing struggle with my weight for as long as I can remember. I've never been the type of person to have low self esteem, but I was beginning to become concerned about my health. It wasnt until recently, after my little brother/best friend passed away from cancer, that I thought... ok Amanda, it's time to kick in high gear and get this under control. Am I going to sit back and watch my life fall apart as the years go on?, or am I going to change it and live my life like my brother did. After gaining 80 pounds in a year... I decided enough was enough. My little brother at the age of 18, lived every single day to it's fullest. I remember after one of his chemo sessions we were sitting in the hospital, he was wore out... and looked pretty down. I told him I had went to the Dr's about the surgery and his face lit up. He told me that I was so pretty the way I was, but he knew I wanted so much more... and he was right. I love playing sports, I love shopping... but with my weight creeping into the 300's it was starting to take a toll on my body. So... here I am, 2 weeks out of surgery... 31 pounds down... and I honestly can't remember the last time I've felt this good.
