SherriB81
I've always been a bigger girl, even when I was active I've been "big". By the time 8th grade rolled around I was a big C/small D cup.
Weight was never a big concern to me, never really took it super seriously. Just prior to being diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes, I quickly lost 60lbs from not being able to eat anything/ throwing everything up. But because I was so sick, I still felt crappy and never really got to make the connection with low weight=feeling great.
When I got pregnant with my daughter was 202lbs. 3 years later, I'm 10lbs heavier than I was when I delivered her by c-section. No body thinks I'm the weight I am because my legs are small and I have H cup boobs, but I'm SO sick of my belly hanging down, and my rolls of extra.
I've just started talking to my wonderful family doctor about RNY surgery, and think that next week which will be June 17,2013 I'll talk to her about officially getting my referral started. I know there's a wait time, but with my Thyroid hormone completely out of whack and family stress causing Cortisone to go through the roof, weight loss on my own is becoming more and more difficult, even with exercise and better diet. Soda, however, is my major downfall.
Hell, *I* never realized my weight until my first ever full physical with my doctor last year and my measurements were staggering. I guess it never really seemed like a huge risk because my cholesterol and other blood work has always come back fine and I'm already a type 1 diabetic so the whole diabetic threat never really scared me , especially since it's pretty well controlled. But lately I'm starting to take myself off the back burner.
I have a special needs daughter and a husband battling mental illness. I need to be around, fit, and healthy for them, but I want to get out of the 3X clothing. I want to be able to get down to a reasonable BMI so I can get my breast reduction surgery, I need to start putting myself and my health first and start taking this sh*t seriously. I *AM* going to start....