Jennifer C.
My story. It begins when I was a kid as it does with most of us overweight people. I was a chubby little girl. Third grade. I dreaded that certain time of year. You know the one they call Physical Fitness Week. Well, that for me was sheer torture. Knowing I had to “train” to run a timed mile, do as many sit-ups, chin-ups and sit and reaches as I could was enough to make me HATE that time of year. I was always embarrassed by how few and how poorly I did. The sit and reach, however; was my thing. I am a very “bendy” girl, so I could do those with no problem, no matter how big my gut was. Then there was the demon that they called the weigh in. Remember, third grade here and I hit 100 pounds! I was so embarrassed when my P. E. teacher had to clunk that thing over on the scale to 100 mark. Everyone in class knew what that meant and I was the only one in my class to have to hear that clunk. It may as well have been my heart, because it was then that it sank. Did it stop me from eating? No, but it did put a huge dent in my self esteem. What did I do to change it? Nothing at the time. I was a bonified member of the Clean Your Plate club, so I did just that. If my parents knew then, what they know now, they never would have made me do it. Luckily for my kids, they have learned, and don’t make them eat it if they load up their plate, like we were made to when I was a kid. No, I’m not blaming them for their contribution to my weight other than their donation of DNA. That is probably what cursed me the most. In my summer leading into my senior year of high school, I dieted hard and lost a lot of weight and started my senior year looking good and stayed that way until I put on some weight toward the end, which as it were, was the end of my first pregnancy. I had my first child a couple of months before I graduated. I lost that weight pretty easily, but started to pick some up after that. I got married to a great man when I was 24 and we had our second child the following year, where I put on some weight that didn’t come off so easily. Then at 28, I had our last child. I didn’t gain but 3 pounds with him. That was because I was a on STRICT diet thanks to being diagnosed with gestational diabetes. So at this point, my Mom and Dad have Type II and me with gestational, guess what that means for my future? You got it, I will end up with diabetes, unless I do something. So here I am 4 years older and quite a few pounds heavier. I know that this surgery will be a tool for me to use to regain my health and a little better shape. I hope that it will give me the energy that I crave to be able spend time playing more actively with my kids. I’m not going to lie and say this all about my health. I’m vain too. I want to look good, hell even HOT, but I want to be healthy, not look like a blob in all of our pictures, I want to me the wife my husband deserves; the one that he can have on his arm and walk in a room with and he will thrilled that every man’s eyes are on me and the other women are thinking WOW she looks good. I don’t want to be a trophy, I want to pretty again. My wonderful husband has never once mentioned that I need to lose the weight, always telling me that he thinks I’m beautiful, and that he will love me no matter what, but I don’t feel beautiful and I think he, my kids and I deserve more. I want to be THE mom, THE wife and THE woman that I wanted to be when I was a kid. I want to be thin and I want to be healthy and I want to LOVE myself again. Hopefully this surgery will help me make myself that again!
About Me
Before & After
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