comedychick1
I grew up with an activity driven family. I started playing sports at the age of five and remained heavily involved in Basketball, Softball and Cross Country until I was 18. Sports were my outlet as a kid and if possible, they would be an outlet for me today. I started gaining a few pounds here and there in my early twenties and when my mom of 44 years passed away (three days before my 25th birthday) food and the feeling I got from eating became my comfort, solace and the one thing I had control over.
Before I continue, let me say this about my mom: she was fit, gorgeous and had an unmatched zest for life. My mom was the epitome of good health. She didn't smoke, do drugs, rarely drank, excercised religiously, watched her diet carefully and took excellent care of her body. When she fell ill it was not only a shock to her and those who knew her, it was a shock to the team of Physicians caring for her. They couldn't believe that someone as healthy as my mom would be strickened with such a disease. My mom fought hard. She powered through 26 blood transfusions and 3 full body transfusions, 2 comas, blood clots and 2 rounds of chemo. I know it sounds cliche' but the Dr.'s said there is no way she would have lasted the three months if it weren't for her excellent health.
After the loss of my mom, life was difficult to say the least and my body has paid the price. I've been on every diet you can think of in addition to joining LAWL, Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, Metabolife and Medifast. I go through periods of time where I'm highly successful and can lose 30+pounds and then I fall completely off the wagon and gain it all back. I've been thinking about weight loss surgery since shortly after my mom passed away, however, I was never in the right place in my life to make it happen. Now, here I am 9 years later and 150lbs overweight, recently divorced and ready to start a new healthy chapter. I don't want to be a statistic, I don't want to develop any additional co-morbidities and I don't want to end up with the same type of genetic cancer my mom had and not be able to fight it. I want to live (really live) love myself again and be a healthy person.
I'm thrilled to say that thru blood,sweat and tears I'm paying for the surgery on my own and am looking forward to having my life back.
