tlgnurse
Philippians 4:13 --- I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
The road to success is not straight
There is a curve called Failure. A loop called Confusion
Speed bumps called Friends. Red lights called Enemies
Caution lights called Family. You will have flats called Jobs
But, if you have a spare called Determination. An engine called Perseverance. Insurance called Faith. A driver called Jesus...
You will make it to a place called Success!
My story:
As with alot of other profiles I have read I too have had a weight problem my whole life. I never remember being "thin" or even a "normal" weight. I was always the CHUNKY kid. Even when I took dance classes as a kid I was the girl with the BELLY in my tutu. It was always so sad.
I found humor early in life. I found that if I was loud and funny people would like me. If I made them laugh with me they tended not to laugh at me....at least to my face.
I lost my mother (who was always my best friend) when I was only 11 and from that point on FOOD became my best friend. Don't get me wrong, I had friends. I just always felt more comfortable with food than with people. When I was around people I always felt like I had to be "ON". Never letting my guard down for fear of getting hurt. Besides, the people in my life that I loved always seemed to hurt me. (Parents divorced when I was 2 - my father did not stay active in my childhood, my step father was physically and verbally abusive, and my mother got sick and died). I was afraid to open myself up to people, but food and I became best friends. Eating was a real "high" for me. It made me feel good. It comforted me when people could not.
As I grew up my love affair with food changed. Slowly I no longer had that "warm fuzzy" feeling from food. Those feelings were replaced with anger, guilt, disappointment and regret. But at this point I was powerless to my addiction. Although I knew that food had betrayed me I could not turn my back on it.
When I graduated high school I weighed 167lbs. By the time I got married at 32 I weighed 242 lbs, and now over a year since the birth of my second son I weigh ~ 312lbs. I am tired of losing to food. I hold 3 college degrees. I know how and what I need to eat. I just need help in doing it. It has taken a lot of soul searching for me to reach the decision to have weight loss surgery. All my life I have put others first. It is time I did something for me.
I am looking forward to being a loser for the first time in my life. I have much still to offer in my life time and I plan to take charge of my life and live every day to the fullest.
Here I come world, watch me emerge!