My Story

Apr 20, 2009

I have been at least a liitle "fluffy" all of my life that I can remember.  It started around 2nd grade and snowballed from there.  I have a mostly heavy family and EVERYONE has struggled with weight issues even if they are not severely obese.  I am an only child and, on my dad's side, an only grandchild ( a recovering spoil-a-holic).  Most of my childhood was filled with me getting my way.  My family isn't wealthy but what they did have they spent on me.  Believe it or not, I wasn't a brat.  I was quiet, timid, scared to death of authority figures and NEVER got into trouble.  I can remember 2 spankings my whole childhood.  My family used food - particularly sweets - as a reward.  My dad and my grandpa (Pop) tried their best to break the habbits that had been created early in my life but to no avail. 
My dad started losing weight and getting fit when i was in my late tween and early teen years.  He became "Mr. Fitness and Herbal".  He figured, since he was working out every night on his new weight machine, my mom and I should jump on the bandwagon and get with HIS program.  He also had a dixie cup full of vitamins and suppliments on the counter ready for mom and I each morning.  I usually threw them out the back door.  They tasted awful!  On the upside, we had the healthiest grass in 2 counties.  My dad has almost no sense of smell or taste so all these great suppliments and various other assorted nasty pills, powders and liquids didn't bother him in the least.  I, on the other hand, still had all my senses in full swing.  He would make protien shakes (and still does) with whey soy protien powder in various flavors with diet Pepsi, CRUNCHY peanut butter and a banana.  GAG!!!  He never could understand why i didn't like them. 
I steadily got larger the rest of life.  I married at 17, had a baby at 18 and another at 20, divorced, married again, divorced again and all the while my weight was steadily climbing.  I have a real love for sweets and almost can't go a day without them.
I was about 175 pounds when I got married the first time at 17.  I am now 31 and my top weight was 395.  It's almost unbelievable. 
I am now in a steady and healthy relationship.  We have bought a home together and plan to get married in the future.  Right now, I'm going with "if it ain't broke, don't fix it".  I feel like I have a pretty good life, a strong faith and a wonderful family that supports me in everything but I have this one little thing that's always out of whack.  I need my weight under control.
I have completed my 6 months diet/exercise with my doctor and have had a sleep study done (I have severe sleep apnea and the dr doesn't know how I've lived so far - I'm an over acheiver).  I've had the pshych exam done and had all my lab work done in one day at Roller Weight Loss Clinic in Springdale, AR.  They have been great.  My insurance (Cigna) approved me in a day and a half for surgery so I'm slated for May 11.   I'm going to start water arobics in a few days to build some muscle and a workout routine before surgery.  I am looking forward to finally having this all done and over with and getting on with my life.

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