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

Thanks for daring to be so open and vulnerable. It takes a lot of courage.

I really can't wait .....I know how difficult it must be ...to talk about and try to be as accurate as possible as to not hurt anyone .  Look forward to reading the next installment

 Thanks for sharing. You are helping others with your story. 

Karen,

You have so much courage to dig deep into your obesity roots. I do not think that I would have the strength to do this. There would be too much hurt along the way, pain that has been buried deep into areas that don't hurt any more. Or do they? I look forward to your self discovering journey continuing. Sometimes writing can help lighten the load, don't you think?

I do suggest you put it into a blog that in case we miss a post we can find it to read. Both writing and reading can both be therapeutic. These are experiences that many of us have in common. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Please ma'am I would like some more!

Looking forward to hearing more about your journey. Like others, there are parallels I can draw from your words. Who knows, maybe reading you will help heal me.

Well Joe sounds like a keeper for sure!

Please, keep writing, please blog - I don't want to miss anything.  You will undoubtedly draw some conclusions for people.

Can't wait to hear the rest.....

  Ann

Actually, he's not. He'll be out by the end of June. He does have some good ideas though. lol

You should really blog this and pick a blog that we can leave comments and then everytime you update, post it here to update us...lol...i would love to hear the rest because I think I kinda know where you are going with this with the way we are raised and stuff our parents/people told us that affects our way of thinking and affects the reason, for some of us, why we eat for the reason we eat...ok, I'll shut up now...but can't wait to read the rest....ty...lol

Wow, Karen, I congratulate you and am too waiting on the "to be continued..." , we have one similarity I too was big in my youth.  However my stories differs somewhat.  I was a very sick child at birth and up to the age of about 4.  My father left to a different country to help with Medical bills and eventually the family moved to Canada I was 6.  By then, I had had a few operations and who knows why exactly but I started to have an apitite...my parents thinking wow, now she eats she is healthy would give me anything, in whatever quantities I wanted...so I ate and I ate and I ate...I recall being about 8, coming home for lunch on my own as parents worked, and mom would leave me a plate full (mountain really of sandwiches) of roast beef, chicken, steak, etc...(no cold cuts or lean stuff) and I would eat the entire plate, down it with a bottle of 750ml SIA brand (they would home deliver) pop...and off I'd go to school again.  When I got home at 3:15 - 3:30 I would snack (chips, chocolate, ice cream, whip cream), whatever and how much I wanted, until Dinner came which was around 7 pm and then I got to eat 2 /3 plate fulls of whatever high caloried meal mom would have made.  Just in time for bed...And this was what I knew until I was about 25, when I started to live on my own and realized other people didn't eat like me and that dieting wasn't just changing from regular pop to diet.  thank you Karen for sharing, in a way it makes me feel greatful that we've had this opportunity for gastric surgery and that I am not alone in my struggles...you were my mentor and I love you for that!  Thanks for sharing your story....