I started out a little bitty thing. Way back when i was born. I stayed little until I was 7 then I started to slowly gain and was considered a overweight child. Could be because I am really short stature.
My parents split when I was seven. My father married my first stepmother. She was always harping on what I ate. How much I ate. It got so she was restricting my meals. and makine me run around; what she called "the Track". At that age we dont see the good side to that, we think they are being unnecessarily mean. I started sneaking food. I used to open tuna fish cans and eat the tuna.
When I was in high school and had a little less supervision, I used to come home from school and have a snack. I would eat leftovers from the night before. Unfortuanately I couldnt decide what I wanted to eat so I ate it all! I gained alot of weight. I went up to 176lbs. On a 4ft 8 inch person, you can imagine what this would look like. My mom could see how depressed I was so she took me to her doctor for diet and diet pills. I really did well, stopped drinking soda stop eating my snacks after school and lost 39lbs.
Before I graduated I got pregnant with my first child. Well this gave me licence to eat.. I went up to 180lbs. When I gave birth, I weighed 186lb. After having my daughter I didnt loose hardly any of it. I stayed about 169lbs. Three years went by. I started to get depressed again. I then put my mind to it and started cutting back and walking. I started to loose weight again. I went down to 128lbs this time. I kept it off for about a year. Then BAM!! Pregnant again. I learned my lesson this time and only gained about 30lbs this time. Six weeks after birth, I was back into my pre-pregnancy pants!! First off I want to tell you that when I am pregnant I am the happiest person in the world. I love being pregnant. Its wonderful.
Sure enough after I had my second daugher, I went back into the depression. When my daughter was 8 months old I received the most devastated news of all. My mother passed away. She had emphysema. I hardly greived like I should. after a while the father of my girls left me for my cousin. And I didnt greive that either. eventually I realized that my depression was not something that was going to go away on its own so I started to see a therapist. He said I "stuffed my problems" instead feeling the emotion. It was down hill from here. I started seeing a man who was extremely abusive. I started to put on some weight. I weight about 140lb. I ended up getting pregnant between this time and lost it. The man I was seeing said If I gained any more weight he would leave. Thats all it took back up to 169 I went. And he left, after some persuasion.
I was in few passing relationships for about 5 years. Changed many jobs. Moved in with my cousin with my 2 kids. and lived with her for a while. I med my husband 6yrs ago. By this time I drifted up to 220lb. I gained quite a bit after meeting him. I got up 230lb. I ended up getting pregnant again. I actually lost weight with this pregnancy. I went back down to 220lb. They put me into the hospital when I was 29 weeks because of an asthma excarbation. I also smoked. They kept in the hospital until I had my son at 35 weeks. During this time I had quit smoking. I ate to try to get thru the cravings. I gained 10lbs.
when I got out of the hospital, I married my husband. Things werent going well with me and my cousin so i got my own apartment with my husband. I was working as a bus monitor at this time. I gained more weight at this point. Eventually the doctor put me on oxygen and I was taken out of work. By this time I was weighing 290lb and gaining. Doctors squabbled. told me to lose weight or die. I had started to lose weight by this time. When I joined Weight watchers I weighed 186lb I did real well. Lost 25 lbs. Then out of nowhere started to gain it back again! This is when I decided to have the gastric by-pass done. I know I need another chance. I have been eating the way Im supposed to, the way I need to eat after the surgery.