27 Months

Sep 22, 2014

Gosh it’s been 2 years and almost 4 months. I can’t believe it. My life has changed in so many ways since I started my journey in January 2012.

I had a little girl living with me by the name of Abigail. She was 9 years old and a tiny little peanut wearing a size 6/7. Abigail was officially adopted and is now Caroline. She turns 12 in two months and wears a size 14 slim. She is quite a talented dancer. She is working really hard to overcome the trauma that she experienced while with her birth family and in foster care. She has been allowed to take “one” class at the middle school and we are hoping to increase that soon.

I had another daughter named Nicole, also a peanut. She was 11 years old and wearing a 10/12 and is now in a Junior size 1. We were a football cheerleading family and have since moved on to competitive cheer. Nicole is now a freshman in High School and is looking into college. She would like to pursue law. She has started trauma therapy to try to overcome the trauma that she experienced while with her birth family and in foster care.

The year I started my journey, I had been with my husband for 9 years but only married for 3 ½ Chris and I decided to separate shortly after my surgery and the divorce was final this August. Chris was insecure and did not want me to have the surgery in the first place. He didn’t take me to the hospital, my mom and aunt did. He didn’t bring my children to see me. When I got home, he shoved a piece of pizza in my face.

Nonetheless, Chris was a huge part of my life. I still love him as a friend and he is the father of my children. He has visitation with my children on the weekends. This weekend he was stopped and arrested with my youngest daughter in the car. It was tragic for both of them. He is being brought up on charges in Kentucky for not paying child support. He has 100.00 every week taken out of his paycheck. This has broken down my kids and my family. It’s heartbreaking and stressful.

On a happier note, I’ve found love; it was by accident but it’s here. Kyle and I have been together for a year and 3 months. We decided to move in together in May of this year. He is really supportive of me as a mother, as a woman, and as a weight loss patient. He helps with my kids and he loves them.

So, let’s get down to the nitty gritty. With all this change and stress and turmoil I have gained 9lbs and lost 9lbs and then I’ve gained 6lbs and it’s still here. I have begun to sleep eat which is a habit that occurs when my stress level reaches max capacity. It’s there, trust me. So basically, I feel huge, which is both good and bad. I hate myself for gaining the 6lbs but gaining weight proves to me that the pouch is not a save all, it’s a tool. I don’t want to be 6lbs heavier L

Just know, for anyone who still reads this, life is going to happen. I am very honest in my blog and I tend to talk a lot about personal things. I want to show you all that, life isn’t perfect and your weight loss isn’t going to make it perfect. There will be bumps and there will be happiness & stress, loss & gain. Hold onto the reason that you took those first steps, remember what it was like to have your weight ruin your life, remember all those tiny goals, relish in the large ones. If you fall get back up, dust yourself off, and get back on track. You really have no reason to fail.

Last little note before I post – Don’t ever let the scale dictate your self worth.

Always, Bobbie

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