kris7197
okay. this surgery is happening so i am going to put it into words. i was never fat till i had a baby. i did not have a weight problem my whole life. i was the homecoming queen in highschool, i married the most gorgeous man in my tiny town. 
he was joining the army as an officer, after getting his degree. together we looked like the perfect couple. but we fought constantly. to make up with me, he would take me out to eat. nice places. that was our first year, in which i gained 25 pounds. 
(i must add that today my husband is nearly perfect, :) but i was 19-and he was 23 on our wedding day)
then i got pregnant on our one year anniversary. i gained 100 pounds during that pregnancy, and was diagnosed with gestational diabetes and ended up with a c-section. my son was 11 pounds and 4 ounces. 3 years later i was pregnant again, only losing half of the 100 i gained. with this pregnancy i gained 50 more pounds. i lost maybe 20 of that before i got pregnant with my baby,
and third-and last!-
child. this pregnacy turned out to be my hardest. i gained 60 pounds, had diabetes again, giving birth via c--section to an 11 pound 5 ounce-TODDLER- but not before my uterus ruptured, my tailbone cracked, and my intestinal wall opened up. i was in surgery for 12 hours just in repairs alone. i had over 100 staples and then suffered extreme post partum depression. then i was laid up even longer after developing cellulitus on my insision site. 
my eating habits are not the best either. i go all day without eating, only to eat like a man at dinner. always finishing with something chocolate. i love to exercise and i go to the gym 3 times a week, and swim my heart out. but i dont do enough sweating. i dont enjoy sweating. at all. 
All of these factors contributed to my heaviest and current weight. which i just cant bring myself to type, yet. i have either been on a diet or pregnant for the last 10 years.
i want to be here for my babies. for as long as possible. i want to run and play with them. i want to ride bikes with them. i want to carry them around without sounding like i am dying. my baby boy, 20 months, imitates me as i go up the stairs, uuuuuu-hhhhhhh uuuuuu-hhhhhhhuuuuhhhhh. i want to be the mommy on the field dancing around and full of energy, not what i am now. barely making it to the sidelines, and embarrased for my kids-to have me as a mom. i pray God will guide me on this journey, and i am 100% willing to do whatever i need to do, to become the mom, that my kids deserve. 
