I Have A SuperDad

Apr 15, 2009

     Last year, i was working 80+ hours a week, my stress level was through the roof. I left school in order to work at what i thought was a dream job. Not only that but i was struggleing with bills, my health was bad, and this job that i loved didnt offer me any health insurance. I felt like i was slowly killing myself.

     In november,  I woke up morning fed up, i quit my job and walked out. The only person i could think to call my father who lived hours away. He must have been able to feel the pain i was in. He offered me a great oppurtunity. He told me to get rid of my apart, sell all my things, bring just the clothes i needed, and to move in with him and his new wife (and her kids). That way i could just go to school full time, not work, and be put on his health insurance. I've been working since i was 15 years old. I grew up with a single mom, i had to work to get the things i needed. This is the first time since then i did not work full time. So a week after that i was moved into my new room. I went from being an only chiild to one of 5! Part of the terms was, that i had to get rid of my car. It was beautiful, brand new but 400 dollars a month. Plus insurance for a 22 year old! Out of the question says my dad. 

     So for the past 5 months i have been getting dropped off and picked up everday from school. But im a happy full time student. Yesterday my dad told me he wanted to give me something, becasue he was proud of how hard ive been working and not complaining.. It was a car. I was so excited. I never expected this to happen. I am very grateful. 

The car is Saturn SC2. Possibly the smallest car on the face of the planet. I am 5'8" 300 lbs. How the hell am i supposed to fit in this thing. My thigh is bigger than this car. It is very cute, red, sunroof, he did a great job picking it out. My dad just doesnt think of things like this. It probably never crossed his mind that it was a little small for a big girl. So now all i keep thinking, Is if i really do go through with this surgery. A year from now, this car could be the perrfect size for me.

     So my dad did something really nice for me. I was upset by the size, but maybe this is meant to give me more motivation. I didnt tell him about my concerns. hopefully one day i wont have to worry about the size of a car, or a plane seat, or amusement parks, or seating at the movies. All these things i avoided and didnt even realize. WLS could be my ticket. 

He fully supports me inmy decision to venture into WLS surgery. He knows how hard i have struggles with my wieght through years. He wants whatever makes me happy. I love you Daddy!

 
   

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