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Hi, my name is Stacy and I am a food-aholic.
Just figured out I would start out my journey with a little honesty and a little humor. That is me in a nutshell. Well, more like a circus tent, but I am here to work on that.
I am closing in on forty and like lots of others, I have been fat all my life. I was always the one with the pretty face but no date. I have never been under a size 14. I went straight from child's husky size 16 to women's size 16 and kept climbing from there. I topped out at 360lbs a couple of years ago. I managed to lose 40 lbs during a family contest and through some miracle of god, I have kept most of it off.
Even though I have been fat my entire life, I never really felt fat until the last couple of years. And quite honestly, I never really cared much until this year. You see, I turned 38. It isnt supposed to be much of a milestone, but it was for me. It was like I went to bed the night before still young and vibrant and woke up old and broken. My knees hurt, my head hurt, even my butt hurt. No, I wasnt suffering a hangover; it was a weight over. My weight finally took over. I had to hop up my stairs to get in my house because my knees started screaming. I couldnt help lift sandbags or an ambulance would need to be called, and I had to stay in the shelter at a company picnic because some kid walked by me with his mother and said, "wow Mom, she is big".
So here I am. Trying to fix a whole lot of things that are screaming at me to get fixed - my knees, my back, my ass. My goal is to get healthy. but if I by some slim chance can look better, I guess I will have to accept that too. My surgery is scheduled for December 30th, 2009. I am scared as hell that I will fail. I am scared as hell that I will succeed. Huh. Now what?
