Brenda A.
OK...here's my excuses...I mean my story...
I went through life thinking I was a "fat" kid...even in high school. Well, looking back at the pictures, I was beautifully proportioned. I was NOT an anorexic body type like the girls I was comparing myself to. I was wonderful. I see that now in my own daughter and I worry because she thinks she's fat. Lord help. I had my first child at 21. I went from 115 to 225 the day he was born. I only went back down to 158 in his first 4 years of life. When he was 5 I gave birth to his brother. After the birth I was told NOT to exercise for 6 months because I'd hemmoraged and they wanted to fully give me time to heal. Now I was 198. Two children later (4 now) I weighed in at 297. My husband left me for a size 4.
Over the course of the next few years I was able to get down to 219. I got remarried. Now, two years later, I am back up to 255. I go from 251 to 259, back and forth, on a nearly daily basis. Depressing.
My problems? Out of whack thyroid, I love food, and sheer laziness on my part. I am NOT a portion control person. I have no willpower. All excuses, but there ya go. I am simply lazy.
I have chosen to join my husband in VSG surgery next month. He needs it for health reasons. I need it to not get to the same place he's in now. Between us we have 7 kids. I'd like to be able to join them in LIVING life. I'm tired of hurting, I'm tired of being tired, and I'm tired of not being able to participate in their lives the way I want to just because I'm morbidly obese. What a stupid reason for not being able to be a part of their lives!
Well, that's the long and short of it.
bree~
