LornaDoone33
I was born a poor black child -- ok, sorry, couldn't resist that line from Steve Martin's "The Jerk". Still makes me laugh.
My name is Lori. "Lorna Doone" is what an aunt nicknamed me as a baby.
I was a chubby baby; a chubby toddler; a plump elementary schooler; a chubby junior high schooler; a svelte high schooler and college undergrad (dieted in crazy ways the whole eight years), then something happened. Chubby became morbidly obese then super morbidly obese by the time I was 23. I gained about 140 pounds in a little less than two years.
I married, moved to Atlanta from Philadelphia for work; had my son; bought a house; became a suburbanite; moved back to Philadelphia from Atlanta for work; all kind of ignoring the fat encasing me unless someone or something threw it up in my face. Then one day, I got on the scale and it could no longer weigh me. I had gotten too heavy for my own bathroom scale. I got off and cried, asking God to forgive me for being such a bad mother. I thought that if I died at 39 from a heart attack I would have completely failed my son. Over the next few years, I tried every diet in the book; exercised like a fiend, (even had to call parametics twice when my electolytes or something went haywire); lost and gained the same 30 pounds over and over again.
WLS wasn't for me. It was the "easy" way out. And what if I died during the surgery? My child would be motherless, and that's the one thing I was trying to prevent with all of the dieting. Then, I saw a billboard one day for laproscopic WLS and thought - all bets are off - that I can think about! I thought about it, then did it. It was a momentous decision.
About Me
Before & After
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