bunnyandbubby
Hi everyone! I am a 23 year old elementary music teacher, and I am fat. Yep, I said it. I can't really remember a time when I wasn't "heavy" or "large" or "voluptuous." I distinctly remember stealing an entire package of chicken lunch meat from the fridge and downing the whole thing... when I was six. I remember getting off the school bus after a long day at school and begging for mac and cheese. I'm stereotypical, aren't I?
I hate feeling trapped in my own body. Everytime I have tried to lose weight, I have gained it all back quicker than I could lose it. The constant yo-yo effect is like feeling your heart break and then mend, cyclically and endlessly. I am over it. I am over being the girl with the "pretty face." I am sick of people recommending I try one diet or another. Exasperated and out of ideas, my doctor suggested I buy a push lawnmower and cut the grass to lose the weight. Lawnmower fitness? Come on. Really? (I even think I tried that one once... maybe... can't remember.)
There is no one moment that really launched me into this journey for weight loss surgery. Maybe it was the time a child I babysat asked when "the baby was coming." Maybe it was the time at the pool when the other girls wondered, "why is that gorgeous guy (my beautiful and supportive fiance) with THAT cow?" Or maybe it was the day last week when one of my kindergarten students told me I wasn't ever cold in the classroom because I had "too much meat on my bones." Who can really say? All that matters, I guess, is that I'm here now. I am changing my life, once and for all.
I am one lucky fat girl. I have two amazing parents who support me one hundred percent (and even trusted me enough to co-sign on my surgery loan... thanks Momma and Paps!). I have a dog named Beano, who could care less what size I am so long as he has a leg to hump. I have two turtles, named Simon and Garfunkel, who are never critical. So what if they can't talk??? Finally, I have a sweet, wonderful, beautiful fiance who loves me through thick and thicker.
What does all this mean, though, if you don't love yourself?
So here goes nothin'! Wish me luck!
