I suppose it is kind of strange that I have been on this site all this time and have not yet had the nerve to tell "my story." Now that I am on the loosing side of things, I suppose it is as good a time as any to spill my beans, so to speak. Well lets see, when I was 3 & 4 years old I was abused by the man who lived across the street. I am one of the lucky women who have very few memories of the abuse, mostly enough to be sure it happened. I went to therapy for over a year when I realized as an adult what had happened. I had the choice to remember, or remain blissfully unaware. I chose the latter. I have long been of the opinion that a great many overweight women were abused as children. The problem is, knowing what the problem is never really solves the problem. I am 5'10 and have always been the tallest girl in my class. There was actually a girl I went through school with who was pretty overweight, and I can remember being glad I was not "the fattest" girl in the class. None the less I got picked on, more for my height, but for being big in general. As I got older it was boobs. BOOM...I never wore a trainer, I went straight to a B cup. I was tall and blonde with big boobs, so I always had boyfriends and never had a lot of stigma in high school like some do. I was lucky, and I had a knack for theater. Typically though, I was always the villian, never the damsel in distress. I never got the lead, but I was always the mother, the queen, the funny whoever. All of my friends were skinny rocker girls, and they wore clothes I could not even fake fitting into. Then as life, teenage motherhood, and college got complicated I ate. I also had a norplant (a birth control device that fit in my arm for 5 years). This caused Major weight gain, I still would be surprised if I lost those pounds gained from it. I had a rocky relationship, and I ate. I was overwhelmed, and I ate. I became super successful in business and the stress hit, and I ate. Food became this reason, and quickly it became my excuse. I met my husband in 2004 and he was a miracle. The true love of my life. He was also a big guy and so, as all new couples do, we would eat and screw:) When we were not in bed, we were at Dennys, Taco Bell, and McDonalds. Then we got married, became "responsible adults", bought a house, suffered with financial complications, and together, we ate. We are blissfully happy together, and after much prayer and discussion we made this decision to have WLS together. We want a million years of being together, and watching my son become a man and making us proud everyday made us realize we do not want health, weight, or food to interfere in the amazing life we planned together. My surgery was 1-28-08 and Bobby's is 2-25-08. Wish us luck!!!
