I am not new to 3FC, but its been a long time since I have been in here. Why? It is hard to face reality sometimes. My reality is that I am obese. God that was so hard to admit that to just this forum.
I keep everything inside and right now I am looking for inspiration, guidance, support and friendship.
I am alone in my dailey struggle. I am ready to do something. I am having my 2nd appointment of 4 with a dietition of the Weightloss Bariatric Center in Edmonton, Canada. I am planning to have gastric bypass surgery. My appointment with the dietition is November 1st, 2004. Yes it is a long wait, but then I need the time to get ready physically and mentally. In the meantime I am required to write down everything I eat until that date and take a multi-vitamin in the event of surgery.
I am married, 31 and a mother of 2 children. I am so young at heart that being so obese has deteriated any self esteem I have ever had. My husband is there for me 100% and sometimes he is angry because he knows that I am eating myself to death and he can't stand to watch. And even so, he still tells me I am beautiful.
Now, I am going to go into what I am limited because I am obese. I need to discuss this and hear it in my head and read this for myself and to get your support from anyone who has any understanding of my struggles.
I am 315+lbs. I could be more, but I have a scale that only reads to 300lbs and that has made me cry on many occassions. I am so heavy that a scale can't read my weight!
I suffer from skin yeast infections under my apron of fat. At leaste that is what the doctors call that. This causes sever pain and odor. Under my stomach that hangs. I suffer from sleep apnia. There is history of diabetes and heart troubles in my family. I suffer with depression that I take meds for but, I think my sole reason is my weight. I can't cross my legs. I can't stand straight because the heavy weight of my stomach drags me forward as well as giving me sever lower back pain. I have hernia in my belly button. I can't walk without back pain and feeling like I can collapse. I am out of breath more than ever before just walking up the stairs. Using the bathroom has become difficult lately because it is difficult to reach under.
I am so sorry if this disgusts any of you out there. Believe me I feel worse. I stopped going into single stall bathrooms. I don't want to go out because I have to stand or walk and I feel bigger than most people...even if I may not. I have a double chin, saggy arms, acne and it seems like my nose has even gained weight. I hate it. I refuse to play sports because I can't run. I will swim though, but I wear a long shirt over my bathing suit. I can't really look at myself in the mirror. I hate what I see. I hate what I have done to myself and how did I ever get so big so quick? I hate to wear anything warm because I sweat so much...I feel hot all the time. I don't know what it is like to feel just right or cold. My family has a history of heart problems. My sister at 28 had a stroke. I am 31 and sometimes I feel like I could die at any moment and I don't want to leave this earth as a fat person. I don't want my children or my husband to remember me as fat, moody and unhappy woman. When did I start waiting to die? This is crazy..but I am trapped in this fat body. I have so much to offer. Love, motherhood, a loving companion, friend and i avoid doing things that I like for fear of people pointing at the fat lady. They do anyways. I want to walk...maybe someday jog. I want to play softball again. Wear a bathing suit without a shirt, eat healthy and teach my family to as well, I want to look in the mirror, I want to smile, I wanna feel just right tempature wise, I want to ride my bike that I got for mothers day 2 years ago, I want to go out dancing again, I want to wear makeup without fear of it running off with my sweat, I want to wear my hair down without worry that my neck is going to get all sweaty, I want to use a single stall bathroom, I want to sleep on my sides and back and not my stomach all the time, I want to be naked sometimes, I want to feel strong and healthy and full of life. Am I selfish to want these things? Can life start over at 31? Am I too old now?
I am sorry to rant and rave and vent, but I need this. I shed a few tears and sniffles and I have let all I typed sink in. I am ready. I have to be.
I need to be free from my fat trap and let people see who I really am. I am somebody special even behind all this fat.
Thank you for listening.
Islandgurl




I'll tell ya a little secret, peachie is older than me! Okay, only by a couple of months, but still older. Love you peachie!