Missladybug
I am a 28 year old military wife with a wonderful, supportive husband and 4 kids (pets are kids, right?). I have been over weight my entire life. My earliest memory of kids making fun of me is when I was in 3rd grade. Some of the boys called me "tub of lard." I guess it made an impression. I always said that I would never have WLS and when a friend had it done last year, I must shamefully admit that I was not as supportive as I could have been. I can now see where she was and how she was feeling. My husband blames my family for my weight. He says that they always found fault in me and that I was never good enough, especially because of the weight. To a certain extent he is right. I didn't feel like I was good enough but, I think some of that was in my own head. He is right about the weight part though. The bigger I got the less they approved and some have been pretty open about it. A few years back, my Grandfather was passing around fudge at Christmas and when he got to me he pulled the tin away and stated that I didn't need any. Jerk!
I am good enough though and I deserve to be healthy. So, I'm having the surgery. I no longer feel like I have failed because I didn't lose the weight all by myself with exercise and diet. I am re-claiming my life and taking charge. In fact, this process has been freeing in a lot of ways. I am ready to start the hard work and I am going to get my body in line with who I am.
