Did obesity rob you of your Dreams???

I agree Kath! 

We can still keep our childhood dreams,  we might have to fine tweak them,  but it can be done.
Some dreams get better.

Some might need a LOT of tweeking! ;-)

For the most part, no.  I suppose I might have chosen my first husband more wisely, but even that was mostly driven by something other than being obese (and I wasn't that big at the time) - a warning at age 27 from my doctor that I was likely to lose the ability to have kids, if I hadn't already, due to PIDs - so I married Mr. Right Now (whose presence in my life may have been related to "relaxed standards" due to my self-esteem issue) instead of waiting.  I got two kids out of that decision, however, so it didn't rob me of that dream.

The only other thing that comes to mind is that I always wanted to become an astronaut.  Despite the weight issue, however, I got an application for the NASA Mission Specialist program right after I got my PhD and had my second child, a month or so after the Challenger accident, when I still weighed around 215.  I started to fill out the application, thinking that if I got past the first round, I'd find SOME way to lose the weight.  I got to page 4 of the application, however, and my dream ended there - there was no way they would accept someone with worse than 20:200 vision.  I could lose weight - but this was a show-stopper, and vision correction surgery was an absolute disqualification as well.

But I will also say that my BMI was between 28-38 during most of my adult life, and I did not become MO until the 5 years before my DS, so my experience is not necessarily reflective of what others have endured.

Diana when you dream, you really do reach for the stars!

I must confess, there was a little piece of me that was relieved that I wouldn't have to (1) try to lose weight, (2) go through the physical training, and (3) actually have to get into a little capsule on top of a bomb and go through a launch - which would probably have caused me to die of fright anyway.

I have never had any desire to, for example, jump out of an airplane, or for that matter, get into a helicopter.  I just wanted to BE on the space station.

Perhaps I'd better focus on living until they build a transporter beam.

I will never know the joy of being a Mom...it is my fault and mine alone. My heart aches every day for a child. I am happy, I am kind, I have a good life. I will never be a Mom.        Connie

Hugs!

I'm sorry Connie that your dream of being a mom hasn't been realized and glad that you have a good life. Hugs to you

Obesity didn't rob me of my dreams, the people in my life who let me down when I was a child did...the obesity was just a result of the abuse I suffered.  Through therapy and a lot of support from my family as an adult, I am finally ready to shed my cloak or "force field" I have kept around me almost my entire life...
My lap band is helping me to do this, but I am doing it.  I am the one making the decisions minute to minute that will allow me to enjoy my "golden" years as a healthy person, enjoying my life as a relatively normal weight person.