JamieW1982
My story, huh? Well, I'm going to be 30 in August, happily married, with four GORGEOUS children! A boy, 10, and 3 girls, 6,4, and 20 months! Life growing up for me was kinda rough. Had a step-father that was great at first... Then he turned mean. Would make me clean the entire house (at 10 years old), get up and change my baby brothers diapers! (I MASTERED cloth diapers and pins at 10!) I would be grounded for months at a time... For the most ridiculous things... Like putting Cheez Whiz on both pieces of my toast... God forbid... Or if my one of my younger brothers got hurt, it was ALWAYS my fault. There was nothing I could do to please that man. I got the belt more times than I can remember... Hit upside the head all the time, screamed at, talked down to. It wasn't pleasant. Finally, my mom kicked him out. Where was my mom through all this? Working her ass off to support the family. We didn't tell her much of what was going on, because if we did, she'd confront him, he would hit her... We tried to save mom from that. By the time he was gone, I was already OBSESSED with staying fit... Because he made SUCH a huge deal out of people that were over weight. Then my mom got remarried a few years later, to an INCREDIBLE man, actually I call him dad now... When we all started to relax, and realize that life was better, better for our mom, and that, *GASP*, we were actually ALLOWED to snack, and eat what ever we wanted, well, I started to gain weight.
Then, along came my gorgeous, incredible, and amazing son... I was 19, and single. He is the most genuine, caring, honest, trust worthy and loving child. I'm not sure what I did right, but I definitely did something!!
Along came my (now) ex-husband. At the time, I thought I was in love... But now, looking back, I was in love with the IDEA of having that perfect little family... He was a soldier, posted near my home town, and he was SO charming!! He adored my son, and after a whirl wind relationship, from meeting to married in less than 6 months, I found myself moving across the world to England. All in less than a year from our very first meeting.
While in England, we conceived and were pregnant only 8 weeks after arriving in the country. We were so happy, feeling so blessed, and everything was wonderful... Then we lost the baby at 12 weeks pregnant. I was in a hospital, in a strange country, with no family (of my own), the friends that I had, I didn't really know, and my husband was leaving for a tour of Bosnia for 6 months. I got home on Friday from the hospital, he was deployed on Saturday.
I sunk into a major depression.
All I did was eat... (I gained 40 pounds in 3 months!!) I stopped cleaning my home, stopped doing laundry, stopped taking care of myself. The only thing I managed to do was look after my son. (And now, looking back, I wasn't even doing THAT very well.)
So, I decided to leave England. I wanted to go home! I wanted my family, and I wanted my Canadian friends.
I moved back to Canada, and when my husband got back from Bosnia, he managed to get stationed in Canada. But things were already rocky. My best friend (at the time), was also having marital problems, so we told her that she could stay with us for a little while.
Well, to make a long story short, my ex-husband is now married to my now ex-best friend.
Moving forward, I reconnected with an old friend of mine. We have known each other for 16 years... We've been together for 7 years, and have had 3 beautiful girls together.
It's not always easy, because my husband has a problem with alcohol, but we're working on it. He's trying, and that's all I can ask. He's the love of my life, and we'll make it through.
So, to end this, because I'm tired, my highest weight was 300 pounds. I do have hypo-thyroidism, but I would say that 95% of my weight issues is because of over-indulgence and being inactive.
However, I have now had my surgery, and am down to 219 pounds so far, and still losing! I have more energy, more inner peace, and I actually feel PRETTY AGAIN!!!
