NurseJadeER1
I knew that I was overweight ,I have battled weight all my life, I have constant reminders everywhere, some say I'm slightly paranoid, but I see people looking at me, when I enter a resturant. Mind you not all people, just a few, I'm the one that can't find clothes to fit, and if I luck up and they fit they don't look good.I stay really tired all the time, it take a lot for me to get up and go to work for 12 hours, I'm so tired that when I get home I just go to bed, until it's time to get up again. See I know what it is like to be on the other side of the coin too.Having been overweight all my life, in the summer of 1970 I weighed 171 lbs. I would be going into the 9th grade, I had to do something I didn't want to go to high school FAT.I knew that I would be picked on all the time , kids are cruel. I worked really hard that summer,I started walking then running every day, I starved myself thin I only ate 1 sandwich a day,And in 4 months I had lost 45 lbs, I could finally put on and wear comfortably my cousins size 12 jeans. I was so excited, I looked really good,I felt really good about myself. This was the first time that I could remember that my mom didn't get angry when we went school shopping, because she couldn't find clothes to fit me. This was a major accomplishment for me, everybody looked at me differently, sad to say but I actually had a great deal of self esteem for the first time in my life. I married in 1975, I was pregnant on my 1 yr. anniversary, I gained 70 lbs, I was never able to get those lbs off, 2nd child at 23 I only gained 18lbs, and my third child at 40 I didn' gain but 10 lbs all three children are healthy,This is how I gained a great deal of my weightI guess that the rest was from not knowing how to deal with problems.I eat when I'm happy,sad,and of course when I'm worried. It has taken me 3 yrs to make up my mind about this surgery I have read ever ything, talked to everybody that I possibly can, talked to all the Dr.'s at my work place, but I still have reservations, I'm anxious about the surgery itself, seems like I am being told horror stories on a daily basis,I'm anxious about the outcome, and the long term prognosis. I have an 8yr. old son that I wanna see grow up and become a great man someday,my girls have already grown up and have their lives,I want and need to be here for my family, and given family history I feel like this is the only way.So for anyone that reads this story your encouragement is appreciated!!!! GOOD LUCK TO ALL OF YOU TOO!!!!!!
