bricarpenter
My name is Briana. I'm 22 years old, and I weigh almost 400lbs. I have been heavy for as long as i can remember. Both of my mothers and fathers side have weight issues, so me being this big was kind of inevitable...I guess. I like to think that if i had been taught the right ways to eat at an earlier age, I wouldn't be so bad. Everyone wants to blame their parents, but the truth is that I have an eating problem.
I have a fiance' named Jon, and he is a GODSEND. I love him more than I have ever thought a person could love someone. In a way, Jon is sort of an enabler. He just wants me to be happy, and he knows how much I like food, so he just gives it to me, and how much I want. His way of thinking is "its just ONE MORE peice of pizza, how much could it hurt?" Well, it hurts alot, when you're living life having 1,2,3, or 4 more peices... He has always been skinny and active his whole life, so he has no way of understanding what Im going through. Like I said before, he just wants me to be happy....but I'm not.
I also have a miniture dachshund named Moose :) that dog is my LIFE. I'm not a mother yet, but I imagine I have just as much love for that dog, as I would for my own son.
I'm a residential service provider. Basically, I work in a home with 3 men, and help them. I help them cook, clean, bathe, eat.. all sorts of things. The only way my weight has really effected my work, is that im tired. I'm always always tired, and i never have any motivation to do anything with these guys.
Currently, I am under my father's insurance. My father recently had gastric bypass, and is doing very very well with it. My parents have been pressuring me to get this surgery, but the resources for G.B. here in Wyoming aren't as much as in Minnesota (where my parents live, and where I was born). Im having a lot of trouble getting the process started. I want the surgery now for many reasons, but the main one would have to be that I wanna get it done now while im still young and healthy, and i have a better chance of recovering form the surgery. Someone told me once that the death risk for G.B. is 1 out of 200!!! That is some scary stuff! but, nonetheless, I still want it.
