yahpraiser
My story is the same as so many. The only time I wasnt obese is when I was born. I was actually my mothers smallest child at 6 lbs. It wasnt long though before I became hefty. I was a chunck a monk before my 1st birthday. My grandparents on my mothers side took care of me while my mother and father worked and they had not been in the U.S. long and had that old time European mind set that heavier ment healthier. Well I was just the healthiest little thing. I continued to grow in that health my whole life. As a child in school I was picked on of coarse. ( Fatty, fatty 2 by 4 cant fit through the bathroom door so she did it on the floor and licked it up again) Of coarse P.E. was a joke couldnt run, couldnt climb or do pull ups or any of the presidiantal tests we had 1 once a yr. There was always plenty of spectators to watch my miserable attemps and failures.
I probably began dieting around 10 yrs old and continued to try whatever the new fade was for the rest of my life. Failed over and over again. When I became a teen my father threatened to have my jaws wired together all the time. I wanted him too. He never would actually do it though. High school was worse than elementery school every thought about being. People are so cruel to each other. I was so depressed. I had friends and did things but the bullys were always around. You live in a small town not much you can do to get away. I dont know why my weight was so all incompassing to them that they just had to assault me none stop. Every time I would be out with my friends and feeling somewhat normal and happy I would run into someone who had to put me back into my proper place in the world. I just continued to grow and grow with each passing year not matter how many diets I went on.
You know its funny when I was several yrs out of high school, I saw alot of those same people around town. They were so nice and wanted to talk to me llike we were old friends. I dont really hold anything against them. Its the nature of the enviroment in schools. Pier pressure, hormones. whatever. Everybody wants to be somebody. Needs to be somebody. Most of them were not truely bad people. Who knows what was going on in their lives. Of coarse you have to grow up to realize this and they have to grow up to see how wrong it was.
Getting back to weight I couldnt even begin to tell you how many pounds I have lost and gained back plus some.I know I lost 50 lbs several times, 75 a few and once I lost 140 lbs. kept it off for 2 and 1/2 yrs. I thought I had beat some of my demons back. I was working out 2 to 3 hours a day and was at one time working out 4 to 5 hrs in a day. I still weighed 270 but was wearing a size 18/20 if you can believe that. I tried forever to get below that 270 but never could no matter how hard I tried. I got discouraged with it. Then the economy went into the dumps. The place My husband and I worked was closing. I had worked there 20 yrs, MY husband for 30yrs. I found a new job on 3rd shift. My husband had a very hard time finding a job. He was the plant manager and even though he applied for lesser positions he just did get any calls. For 2 yrs. he searched. Mean while I tried to adjust to my new job. I was 20 yrs older than everyone I worked with. I had so changed my life before I went to work there I had nothing in common with anyone. I missed my old life, my old friends, I slowly began gaining my weight back. I couldnt get used to 3rds. Never got any sleep. I stopped working out. I never went to church anymore because we worked alot of weekends and I would be falling asleep during service. I just slowly lost everything that was important to me. My marriage was strained because we were on the verge of loosing our home and everything we had worked for for 25 yrs. It took 3 1/2 yrs to gain all my weight back but I finally succeeded. I injured my knee at work and because workmans comp. is slow to get to the real problem I spent several months sitting at work and at home. By the time I finally had surgery and recovered the last of the weight had returned. I was 405 lbs. I didnt get back to my size 36 pants though I was in a 30. I guess all that working out made me keep some of the muscle definition or something I dont know. Also before I was in a size 5x top and at my highest weight after the knee thing I was in a 3x. So I guess it wasnt as bad as it could have been. 405 is huge though. Time to do something. I tried to get back on track. I had lost 140 lbs. before I knew what to do. I was now on day shift my husband was working again. ( making half of what he had been making but it was enough we wouldnt lose anything except going out but that had stopped yrs. ago anyway.) I tried and tried to do all the things I knew had worked before. It just wasnt happening. I dont know why. So in May of 2011 I decided to go for the RNY. I had studied about it for 10yrs or so. I didnt have insurance until 4 yrs ago. I went through the process once and was approved 2yrs ago, but my husband quit the job he had and I could afford to be off. I lost my approval in Jan. 2011 and my husband found a job in Feb. I waited till his 3 month probation period was over and started the process for my insurance approval all over again.
I was approved in Dec. of 2011. Yeah for me but because of my surgeons schedule and the holidays I couldnt even get my final meeting to set up the surgery date until Jan.13th. When I finally got there I was so excited. Not so fast some of my labs were missing. So I had to wait another 2 weeks before I got the surgery date of Feb. 16th 2012.
I had lost down to 360 from the 405 during my 6 month diet program prior to surgery but spent the last week or so with some family members or friends that wanted to take me out to eat one last time before I had surgery and wouldn t be able to eat any more. I ended up wieghing 367 on my surgery day. I dont regret it. The food was good but the company was better.
I am now 1 month into my new life. I lost 36 lbs in 11 days. That was my first Dr. visit. 2 weeks later I went to the Dr. with my mother and weighed on that scale and had gained 11 pounds. I immediately went to see the dietician I weighed on that scale and it said I had only gained 8 lbs. But still. So we went over what I was eating which is 2 oz. of food 3 times a day. I drink 64 oz. of water sometimes a little more sometimes a little less. Everyone convinced me it was water weight because there was no possible way it could be actual weight. I would have to eat 3500 calories more than I burn to gain a pound of fat. I knew that but I was just caught off guard. I see the surgeon again on the 19th of March for a check up and a release back to work on the 20th. I cant wait to get back to work. I cant wait for my new life.
