Aphrodites
Ok so my story really isn't that complicated. I am a 26 year old woman married to the most wonderful man on this planet. Been married for almost 3 years and it has been terrific!! My husband meet me fat already, but admit ling there is truth behind the saying the love makes you gain weight. Since I've been with him I've gained like 40 pounds and about 4 sizes. He always tells me how he loves me just the way I am, but after seeing him lose 85 pounds on his own I decided I needed to do something for myself too. This is one of the main reasons why I decided on WLS. I researched it, went to seminars, spoke to previous wls patients, and all that helped me decide this really the best thing for me.
In addition I also want to add that my problems with weight problems began way before my husband was in the picture, so I’m not trying to blame him for my faults. As for where all of it started oddly enough it started after my parents got divorced. It's funny though at the time I thought nothing of it I thought I was unaffected by the divorce, but I couldn’t be further from the truth. I guess I was in denial. I didn't even realize I was seeking food for comfort because I no longer had both parents to go to. Years passed and my waist line just kept growing with each passing year.(I was actually a really really thin kid) By the time I was in high school I was a size 14, but because of my height I was able to hide much of the fat. I was very active while at school. I did both the dancing color guard and JROTC and was part of the exposition drill team. I was a member of several clubs and was also in track in field. But it all went wrong my sophomore year. I had to do a solo for the dancing color guard and in the middle of my routine I made a bad move and ended up tearing my ligament. At the moment I didn't have insurance so I spent the remainder of the year and summer on bed rest. Come junior year I was finally able to have insurance and finally had surgery to repair my torn ligament. But therapy was during school, so it was either choose therapy or choose school. Seeing as I was almost failing the year because I was absent so much I obviously choose school. So yep that meant no therapy and I just couldn't be as active as I wanted. I had to quit all my activities and that just brought me into a further depression. I kept eating the same but since I no longer did even half the activities I once did I ballooned up fast. In less than a year and a half I went from a size 14 to a size 18 borderline 20. Well fast-forward to today. Due to this triggers in life so many things have changed. If it wasn't for the torn ligament I would have joined the army (this was before 9/11) Well Instead of going to the army I went to college where I meet my soon to be husband and am very happy for it. God knows what would have happened if I would have gone off to or something. I might not even be alive to tell my story, so now I'm just a "happy" fatty. lol I can fix being fat but I can't fix being dead so I guess the torn ligament was a blessing in disguise. Thanks for letting me share.
