I was one of those folks that thought that I would never be fat. I didn't think I could eat enough food to get fat. To me 130 lbs was a nightmare as I hovered around 107, wishing I was back down to 92 lbs. I'm an old soldier and when I got out of the Army I still exercised and ran, but when I felt like it, not every day. By age 40 I was up to 150 lbs, by 45 I was hitting 200 and it was all downhill from there. I could fast for 40 days and then gain it all back. I would go to the gym and prove I could still do it all. But it progressed to the point I thought I was dying at 240 lbs and I was. I needed help, intervention into this madness. I wanted my life back as I knew it. I turned to God and it is only through Him I was delivered from morbid obesity. Few agreed with the RNY surgery. Few supported me... mattered not. I have the Lord on my side and that is the only man I need. My beau of 7 years left... oh yes, and now, wants BACK in a very big way.. hmmmm I don't think so. I don't know what life, the Lord has planned for my future. I do know things will never be the same. I love the people that supported me. I understand those that did not. I won't be around insecure people who find my weight loss a threat. No one is going to steal my joy. I was in a bad situation in a very bad way. I found a solution, I went for it and went to battle. I conquered it, I beat it at it's own nasty game... morbid obesity is not my name, not anymore, not ever again.