Hecate
My story starts at birth. I was an 11 lb baby and I haven't been a normal size since.
I was a C-cup and a size 18 Miss at the age of 12
While in College and during my best years (size wise) I weighed about 160 lbs.
and felt huge------to feel so "huge" now would be a good thing.
Getting married, and 3 kids didn't help the weight issue. So I ballooned at one
point up to 303 lbs.
I had decided the 300's was one place I'd never go----so I did a strict 1200 C,
portion and calorie controlled diet, with cardio 4 days a week. I lost about
100 lbs.
The day I stood on the scale and saw that may have been the worst day of my life.
I'd been dieting about 9 months, and I realized that it was as difficult that day as it was on
day one.
I could do it. I'd proved that to myself, but I also knew I didn't want to do this forever.
I couldn't fight my body for the rest of my life.
So I gave up the struggle and slowly regained most of the weight. It was okay.
My husband loved me, Lane Bryant could provide clothes, I wasn't ill---so what if I was
a fat Italian Grandma.
Then my arthritis and a car wreck gave me a left hip that locked up---and I had a total
hip replacement at the age of 50.
I had to lose 30 lbs. before the Dr. would even consider it. I proved to myself again that
I can take weight off. I can't keep it off.
Which finally led me to WLS----not for vanity (though I'm as vain as the next gal) but because I'd like
the metal hip to last forever and I'd like to keep my right hip, thank you.
So on Jan 6th 2009, I had WLS and now it's a whole new ball game.
I know I still have to work to lose the weight. For once, it's going to be nice knowing
I'm working with, instead of against my body.
