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My story...I'm not even sure where to begin. I've been considering weight loss surgery for 2 years now.
I was born number 3 of 4 kids, and I had the lowest birth weight at 6 lbs 5 oz. As I grew up, I stayed rather scrawny, and at one point the doctor told my mom I would always struggle with gaining weight. Apparently, he was wrong.
I can trace my weight gain back to the beginning of puberty. Not only was I an awkward middle schooler, I also had to deal with the weight gain that came partially from my DNA, partially from eating habits, and partially from lack of exercise. I was very active until one summer, my grandparents took my sister and I across the country to their house for 2 weeks. One day my grandma pulled me aside and told me "I want to tell you something that your parents don't want you to know. I love you enough to tell you the truth. You have such a pretty face. But you will never attract the right kind of guy unless you lose weight." I was 11 years old! After that I was hyper sensitive to how I looked, what I ate, and how horrible I imagined myself looking as I would run across the schoolyard. To add insult to injury, the very next fall, some guys in my class started teasing me about being fat and my "blubber bouncing" as I walked.
I tried to stay active in volleyball, but my self image was so low, I was embarassed to move too much in those shorts. I also tried out for high school before my freshman year. I was told I didn't make it because they didn't make uniforms big enough for me, and they had an image to protect.
Still, I stayed around 180 through high school. I had migraines and food allergies when we moved to Louisiana, and I suffered from some depression, but overall I led a normal high school life. Once college started, my weight was a yo yo, and I never knew where it would land. I'd gain 30 lbs, I'd lose 20 lbs. I'd gain 20 lbs, then lose 40 lbs. One summer I was so obsessed that I did an hour of Tae Bo, worked 12 hour days, then did another hour of Tae Bo before I went to bed. It got so bad that my mom met me at my door one day and said I had two options: call in sick and hand over the Tae Bo tapes, or she would drag me to the hospital immediately. I didn't see then how dangerous my obsession was becoming.
While in college, I made some poor choices that eventually led to a pregnancy and subsequent miscarriage. After my miscarriage, I couldn't seem to lose weight no matter what I tried. I gave up and started eating whatever I wanted.
Once out of college and into the "real world", I have battled with my weight. I have tackled Weight Watchers; I have done the Special K challenge; I have hired personal trainers. I always succeed in the beginning and drop about 30 lbs. After that, though, I hit a brick wall and I can't seem to lose weight. My doctor has run tests and everything looks okay. He is amazed I don't have the health conditions my family has. Every number on my chart looks great except the number on the scale.
Until this year, I had no weight related complications to my health. Earlier this year I hurt my knee in an exercise class, and when the pain didn't stop after a week, I went to the dr. After x-rays, a cortisone shot, and an MRI, the dr told me my weight has caused my knee cap to wear down the cartilage underneath it. At this rate, I'll need a knee replacement before I'm 30. He also pointed out we haven't seen images of my left knee, and it could be on the verge of having a break down as well.
I am 27 years old and on arthritis medicine for my knee because it is the only medicine that relieves my pain.
My goal is to continue my story for many years to come - healthy and happy.
