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2/21/09
As I sit here trying to think of what to say as my story, the first thing that comes to mind is how I got this way...Why have I let myself get to the point of needing weight loss surgery to regain control of my life. I can blame it on a lot of things, but when I comes down to it...it's all me. I knew when I was young I was susceptible to weight gain. My mom always cooked balanced meals. She was a very good cook and there was always a salad, at least two veggies and a meat on the dinner table. I got married at a young age and even though mom had me in the kitchen when I was 7 I still hadn't completed my cooking classes. I could cook stuff but didn't know crap about nutrition. I didn't think that was the case, but looking back on what I cooked and the weight I put on, I realized I should have paid more attention. Then as my cooking skills where honed, I tended to fix my favorites more often. Stuff like fried chicken, taco's (mom never made a taco in her life I don't think and fried chicken we got seldom because dad didn't like it) spaghetti...So I put on the weight. Then I gained a whopping 90 lbs with my pregnancy and hit 200 for the first time. Then I got divorced and dropped 80lbs in 3 months. I stayed slim for a while, then gained with my next marriage, and lost with that divorce. I wasn't slim then but only about 30 lbs overweight. Then the aging came, and the hysterectomy, and then a fall that pretty much put an end to exercise (at least that was my excuse) for a couple of years. Now here I am. I say I need to loose 140 and the doctor says how about 110. I am what is considered morbidly obese with at least 6 co-morbid conditions, and 2 that have already been addressed with surgery. I am pushing the hell out of 300 lbs, and even walking is painful. My knees will not get me up a set of stairs without the help of my arms pulling me up the handrail.
Next week my new story starts...I can't wait! I will do it right this time.
Wanda
About Me
Before & After
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