The story of me.... a very short beginning.

A very brief look into something I have started writing today, at Joe's insistence.  All feedback appreciated.

First, my parents will not like this story. Not one little bit. It sounds, as I read it back to myself, that I am blaming them. I AM NOT. 

So where do I even begin? I’vie been overweight my entire life. Or so I thought. I’vie looked at baby pictures, child - like pictures, and honestly – I don’t look that “big". A typical chubby toddler is my assessment, but hey. What do I know?  It was ingrained in me at a very early age that I was overweight and in need of “something to do about it".  I remember being 5 or 6 years old and my neighbours asking if we could go to the store together to get a “Freezie". I wasn’t allowed to go – all sugar and water you know. I was reminded that it wasn’t good for me or my weight. I was 5. 

 I’m not sure that I ever remember NOT being on some sort of diet or food restriction.  Certainly I was monitored and judged at every meal. Not because my parents were mean or cruel, but because they actually cared. I should mention that I was adopted at 2 months of age, not leaving my parents with a great deal of information or history on my health. Or genetics. Or anything really.  They did the very best they knew how. And I should mention straight off, they are the most wonderful people I have ever had the pleasure to have in my life. They made me who I am. NOW.
 
They did their very best, involving me in anything from pre-school ballet, swimming lessons, soccer, soft ball, tennis lessons, lacrosse coaching, skating, piano lessons – you name it, I did it. I think the thing was they didn’t hit it right on – I wanted to sing, act, dance – be the goof that I am today. Also not their faults as I am 100% opposite of them, Gawd bless them. I remember once sharing my opinion about something at dinner and my dad staring at me with disbelief – my comment was, “Dad, I don’t know where I came from either".  This statement has stayed with me throughout my life and choices and rings true – most of the time.  To be continued...............        

looking forward to the rest of the story.

Might take a while.  A lot to tell. I should likely start a blog about it.

prolly. You write well, tho.

We have the tme to listen, Karen. It might help the rest of us heal along with you on the journey.

That's my hope.  I will just take me a while to get it all down correctly.

Karen, you should TOTALLY blog... you have me captivated already, and It's just the intro! 

Can't wait to read part two!

Can you teach me (or just plain ol' tell me) where to start a blog please? LOL

 Absolutely! When I get home tonight I will send you a personal message!

 with bated breath...