Breathin4him
At the age of 35, I quit caring about what I looked like. I just learned to make people see my eyes and hear my jokes and in turn they wouldn't see my obesity. It worked so well that I kept it up for another 10 years. It finally caught up with me this past year. In February of 2007, I was placed on 9 different meds along with insulin for Diabetes, HBP, Sleep Apnea, etc.
I had gone from 220 lbs to 254 lbs in less than 10 months. One night as my husband slept beside me, I felt the desire for the first time to take control of my weight. I know within my heart that this choice was not just mine but my Heavenly Fathers as well.
I had began a love affair with food that controlled everything about me and I knew that it would take something drastic to turn me around.
I was inwardly not wanting the surgery but outwardly knowing that it had to happen. I knew that I was only a bisquit away from killing myself. And all for food.
My husband had the gastric bypass back two years before so I knew all that it entailed. So here I am one month out from surgery and I have already lost 40 lbs. Am I glad that I had the surgery? Yes. Do I miss my foods? Oh yes! But I am going to make it and will learn to love to live again.
