Kirsten D.
Hmmm. My story. Where to start? I have had issues with food and weight my whole life. I always felt that something was wrong with me, that I needed to fix something. That I would be perfect if only... I was good if I was loosing , I was bad if I was gaining. I was a success if I had a handle on my eating. I was a failure if I didn't. None of my other acheivements or weaknesses mattered. The universe has always revolved around the scale for me.
I have dieted my whole life. When not on a diet, I have binged. There has been no inbetween for me, no grey areas. I have had enormous success at losing weight and even greater success at gaining it back. Finally, this past summer, I just threw my hands up in the air and said enough. I just can't do this anymore. I am tired, physically, emotionally, mentally. I just can't face another year of restriction and desperate hunger and manic excercise just to whittle myself down to an acceptable size only to gain it all back and more. I needed help. Something outside of myself, a tool, a helping hand. It was ok. It didn't mean I was a failure or a cop out.
And alas, there was FINALLY, after 30 years of struggle and pain, a 'gastric bypass' light at the end of the tunnel. So, here we go.
