MarthaJ0110
We all have a story don't we? Mine, well, I have always been "overweight" hmmmm my Italian Godmother used to say "it's baby fat" - let me tell you that was one big baby! I decided I was doomed, I got all the Italian DNA.... aka Fat Cells.
I had tall and thin siblings, I am a towering 5'2". What can I say, I love sketties and I hate "green" stuff. My theory.. if God wanted me to eat trees he'd a made me a giraffe or a rabbit. So here I am, 53 with arthritis in my knees, diabetic, on BP meds. I have 4 beautiful kids and 2 incredible grandsons, who I can't get on the floor and play with. Well, I can get on the floor but chances are good I wouldn't be able to get up on my own. I fell last October and if my brother hadn't of come looking for me, I would still be sitting there. My knees couldn't push me up. What a sad state of affairs. I'm afraid to get into the shower for fear of falling and visions of a crane operator come to mind. The thought of an airplane scares me, cause I know I can't fit in the seats anymore. Not to mention the embarrassing whispering to the flight attendant shhhhh do you have an extension for the seat belt? I can't lose the weight on my own. I have had people say "just stop eating", I look at them and think "don't you think if I could I would" they don't get it. I have tried every diet known man... ok maybe not "every" one... but the list is quite long and useless. I've fought it for a long time, but there is no other answer for me. I've been saying that I'm thinking of having the surgery, but you know what? NO MORE. I am having the surgery! So bring it on.
