IMTwisted
I'm 39 years old, a single mother of a 13 year old, and morbidly obese. I've had a weight problem for as long as I can remember. I think I started getting "fat" when I was around 8 years old, but was always "chubby" before then. I started my first real diet when I was 13 years old - I will probably never forget it. It was the summer before I started junior high and my mother finally put her foot down and told me I was dieting. I don't remember the food, but I remember the exercising. I remember laying on my back and doing leg lifts...and balling like a baby. It actually was successful, and I started the 8th grade looking pretty good. I believe I was wearing a size 9 in Juniors. Problem was...all the other girls were size 3 and 5. So, the sweet boys that I went to school with still tortured me daily (if not hourly). I have dieted constantly since that point. Losing weight. Gaining it...and some. Same old story as everyone else on here. For 6 years I've looked into having this surgery done, and I've constantly allowed people to talk me out of it. Not this time. I'm a walking pharmacy, taking medicine for everything - acid reflux, hypertension, high cholestoral, depression/anxiety. It's time for the change.
I've quit smoking. Not only to be healthy, but so that I can have the surgery. I feel much better and I'm happy I've done it. The surgery will just be my next step to a new me. I'm tired of living my life fat and miserable. I want to be around for as long as I can for my son, and hopefully someday, my grandchildren. It's not going to happen if I stay at this weight.
