Weight Loss and Therapy

Apr 23, 2012

 The fuckedupedness that I was my life before therapy.

It's so difficult to admit that I have been self sabotaging for years now. Holding up a farce of a shining personality and confidence when in retrospect, I could not have had lower self esteem. If you read "My Story" on my profile, you know that both of my parents have been victims of terrible drug abuse, which inevitably means that i could only have some symptoms of being neglected by them right? I would have NEVER agreed with that statement, even at 400 lbs. 

However, i have seen the metephoric light and its about goddamn time! I vowed to never be like them. choosing a drug over their families. Deteriorating their health at the cost of losing us. My father died 3 years ago (or so, i loose track) and I have ben so wounded and tortured but not being able to turn them around. I never onced stopped and looked at myself and thought, who or what is enough to stop me? My "aha!" moment was realizing that this medical intervention is coming at a crucial point in my life where I am acknowleging my co-dependency to food, the destructiveness of my "secret" low self esteem and finally doing something about it for my family (and future family with my wife) and myself and therapy has definite been the mirror I needed to sort all of this out.

I am feeling fucking unstoppable right now.

XOXO,
Jada 

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