Michelle_h
My Story... hmmm...
I've been overweight since I was 7 or 8 years old. I've always been the chubby sister, I've always be a larger girl. I've dieted many time, often at the urging of my family. My husband, bless his heart, has always supported me and always tells me I'm beautiful, and has never pressured me to loose weight for sex appeal. He is very proud of the work I've done over the last six months, because he wants me to be healthy and live a long time.
Well, In May, I was in California for the funeral of my Aunt. She'd died from cigerettes, emphasima, and heart failure. While in California, I stayed with my uncle, and one morning, I cracked the toilet seat in the bathroom. OMG I wanted to die. I couldn't fess up to it, I was so ashamed and embarrised, I knew it was because of my weight that it had happened (I was around 275-280 at the time.)
I decided that moment that I could do one of two things. 1) I could stuff my face with icecream and other crap and eat away my sorrow, thus compounding the problem. Or 2) I could take that shame and re-channel that negetive energy, and use that excess energy to make a change.
And so, Two months later, I had my lap band surgery.
I won't say the band has been easy. I have really had to re-learn good habits, get rid of some bad ones, and learn to love exercize. This journey is tough - but I'm doing it, one day at a time!
