I never had to worry about weight when I was little. Once puberty kicked in (and it kicked in early for me), my weight started to bother me. I didn't even notice I was overweight until one particular day in the 4th grade. I was walking in line with the rest of my classmates when two boys from another class started taunting me. Every time I'd walk, they'd holler out, "Boom baba boom baba!" I remained overweight during the 4th and 5th grades.
During the summer between 5th and 6th grades I hit a growth spurt. I lost all the weight I'd gained and was a slim 120 pounds. I joined cheerleading and was slim all throughout high school. I got involved in an abusive relationship. My boyfriend wouldn't allow me to do anything or go anywhere and I turned to food for comfort. By the time that relationship ended, I weighed around 140 pounds.
I lost a little bit of that weight when I met my husband. Once I met him, I was happy again and instead of turning to food to comfort, I turned to food as celebration. When I walked down the aisle to get married, I weight about 150 pounds. My husband and I married young. We were 17. We got ourselves a cute little house together and I continued to eat. Six months later I found out I was pregnant. I was so excited!!
My pregnancy was a rough one. I stayed sick and was barely able to do anything except sit at home and eat. I gained 100 pounds during my pregnancy. I was placed on bed rest and my son was born a month early. I had to be induced because of pre-eclampsia (I hope I spelled that correctly).
After my son was born, he and I both were very sick. I was still gaining weight. I then went through post-partum psychosis and was unable to care for my son. I asked my sister to take care of him. She ultimately adopted him. I sank into a deep depression and continued to eat. My husband and I seperated after 5 years of marriage and I again turned to food.
I ballooned to 420 pounds. I knew I needed to do something or I was going to kill myself with food. I began to lose weight very slowly. Between the years 2000 and 2004 I had lost down to 360 pounds. That's when I met my best friend Kevin. I've known Kevin since he was 3 years old but I just knew him as "the kid who lives across the street from my sister." In May of 2004 we finally got together and realized how much we have in common (despite our 9 year age difference) and became very close friends.
Kevin struggled with his weight as well. He lost his the wrong way and was anorexic through the 9th and 10th grades during school. He began to eat again but healthier and gained to a healthy weight. He researched until he absorbed everything he possibly could on eating healthy, losing weight, and staying healthy while maintaining the weight loss. In 2005 he became my personal trainer and by 2006 I had lost down to 260 pounds.
I was proud of my weight loss but after a horrible argument, Kevin and I stopped talking and I once again turned to food. I gained only 10 pounds and maintained that weight for a while. Kevin and I reconciled; however in October of 2006 a series of events caused me to crash and the depression was the lowest I've ever been. I lost my job. I lost my position in the church. And I lost Kevin as a friend. His father (who is very strict) forbade Kevin to speak to me as long as Kevin was living under his roof and despite the fact that Kevin was 20 at the time, he had to obey his dad's wishes.
I've gained back up to 331 pounds. I gave up on the weight loss and figured, "We all have to die from something. I choose death by chocolate." In February of this year, Kevin contacted me. He said he was tired of living by his dad's rules and he missed me. We got together and went out a few times. Our friendship picked up right where it had left off. Although I was happy to have Kevin back in my life, I was still depressed about my weight. Kevin left last Monday (March 26th) to visit the Philippines for two months. I miss him like crazy but I'm doing well. I suppose the four months we spent unable to speak to one another was a practice for this trip.
I've been feeling stagnant in my life due to other events going on. I'm currently involved in a "hurry up and wait" situation. At the moment, I'm unable to accomplish any of the goals I've set for myself because I'm having to wait for responses from several different places. Last week I felt so out of control of everything I sat and thought of things I could do to feel like I had some kind of control in my life.
That's when it hit me. I control the food I put in my mouth. Why should I blame other people and situations in my life for why I'm fat? I knew it was time to take responsibility for my own actions. I'm the one shoveling food in my face at all hours of the day and night. I can do something about this. I can be healthy again. I can be slim again. My son just turned 12 last Sunday and I wasn't able to skate at his birthday party because of my weight. I want to be able to play with him, run with him, skate with him, and enjoy the time we have together. I want to feel good about myself (physically and emotionally) and I'm the only person who has the power to do that!
So I've put myself on a diet. I've even made myself a book containing a goal chart, weight chart, and exercise schedule. I've set small goals for myself (eight in all) and will reward myself once I reach a goal.
Why am I here?
For support. I know there are times when I will still get down and I'll want to grab those chips and that cupcake and just swallow it all whole! I've heard of this site before and I looked through the forum before joining to see the success of others. Seeing the weight tickers and how much weight you guys have lost (even if it was just one pound) was so inspiring. I was espeically inspired by before and after pictures of some people. If you guys can do it, I can too!!!
Sorry for writing so much. I hope I haven't bored you all to sleep.
I'm glad to be here and can't wait to see what more this site has to offer.I wish all of you well.





