Michelle B.
I Love OH!
Oct 16, 2006
I found OH purely by accident during my research on WLS. I looked around here for a couple of weeks before I joined. When I found the Bama Board, it was like a prayer had been answered. Here was a group of people who knew.
I'm the only "big girl" in my family. My mother is 5'1" and has never weighed over 135. All my cousins are "normal". My brother is shorter than me and takes after my mom. I'm the freak of nature in my family. Which means no one understands me. No one knows how it feels to be me. They have sympathy, and I know they love me, but they just have no clue. I've always felt alone in my struggle against this beast I call weight. That's why I love OH.
You guys have welcomed me without judging, helped me without knowing. I was so scared the first time I posted a question. But low and behold, somone answered! Hey let me try that again! My first meeting was even worse. I went to a dinner the night before the Bama Bash. I couldn't got to the bash because I had to work. But I went to this dinner. By myself, and hour and a half away from home, to meet with a bunch of strangers. It was a big step for me, to come out of my comfort zone like that. I took a chance, and it paid off 'cause now I have new friends. Some far away, some not so far. But what has made it all worthwhile is that they know. I love OH!!
I'm the only "big girl" in my family. My mother is 5'1" and has never weighed over 135. All my cousins are "normal". My brother is shorter than me and takes after my mom. I'm the freak of nature in my family. Which means no one understands me. No one knows how it feels to be me. They have sympathy, and I know they love me, but they just have no clue. I've always felt alone in my struggle against this beast I call weight. That's why I love OH.
You guys have welcomed me without judging, helped me without knowing. I was so scared the first time I posted a question. But low and behold, somone answered! Hey let me try that again! My first meeting was even worse. I went to a dinner the night before the Bama Bash. I couldn't got to the bash because I had to work. But I went to this dinner. By myself, and hour and a half away from home, to meet with a bunch of strangers. It was a big step for me, to come out of my comfort zone like that. I took a chance, and it paid off 'cause now I have new friends. Some far away, some not so far. But what has made it all worthwhile is that they know. I love OH!!
A Baby No More....
Oct 15, 2006
I've decided that the new format is much more my stye than the old one. Now I feel that not only can I talk about my struggles with my weight, I can also let people know a little more about me. I like to tell stories about things that happen in my life. Some may like to read them some may not. But instead of 1 long tirade about my weight loss journey, I'm going to add more of me.
I have a son who recently turned 16 and got his license. It's been very hard for me to accept that he's growing up. He's really the only constant I've had for many years and the thought of him going away to college, getting married and having his own family is hard for me to take. Of course, he'll never know it, I couldn't lay that on him. I just can't get past the fact that I'm no longer Mommie. Now I'm Mom, or Momma, and even Mother sometimes, in that teenage tone of voice. I hate it. It makes me feel older than I am. Sigh.
He started his first job Saturday. He's cooking at Zaxby's. I'm proud that he took the initiative to go out and get that job. I guess because it's been drilled in his head since birth that without a job, there is no money. No money means not doing the things we want, or having things we want. So he got a job. Only part time of course, because of school and band. But it should provide him with the money he needs to run around town in the truck his Dad lets him use. As long as he keeps his GPA up, which, may I brag, happen's to be a 3.5. He's a smart kid. Took after his Mom.
On a lighter note, it's really handy for him to be driving. I can now send him to the store to get the miscellanous items that seem to disappear around my house during the week. I don't have to wait 45mins. to get home in the afternoon because of band practice. I don't have to go pick up Josh or Garrett because they want to stay the night with us. So I guess it's not all bad.
I have a son who recently turned 16 and got his license. It's been very hard for me to accept that he's growing up. He's really the only constant I've had for many years and the thought of him going away to college, getting married and having his own family is hard for me to take. Of course, he'll never know it, I couldn't lay that on him. I just can't get past the fact that I'm no longer Mommie. Now I'm Mom, or Momma, and even Mother sometimes, in that teenage tone of voice. I hate it. It makes me feel older than I am. Sigh.
He started his first job Saturday. He's cooking at Zaxby's. I'm proud that he took the initiative to go out and get that job. I guess because it's been drilled in his head since birth that without a job, there is no money. No money means not doing the things we want, or having things we want. So he got a job. Only part time of course, because of school and band. But it should provide him with the money he needs to run around town in the truck his Dad lets him use. As long as he keeps his GPA up, which, may I brag, happen's to be a 3.5. He's a smart kid. Took after his Mom.
On a lighter note, it's really handy for him to be driving. I can now send him to the store to get the miscellanous items that seem to disappear around my house during the week. I don't have to wait 45mins. to get home in the afternoon because of band practice. I don't have to go pick up Josh or Garrett because they want to stay the night with us. So I guess it's not all bad.
A Dog Named Doodie?
Oct 14, 2006
Ok, I just wanted to give some background info on my dog. Yes, his name is Doodie. I know, I know, it's bad. Of course there is a story behind it, and I'll start at the beginning.
Before we got Doodie, we had a dog named Too-Too. She was named after the little girls' dog on the Little Bear cartoon. That was my son's idea. Come on, he was only 6, and she was his birthday present that year! We do not have a problem! Anyway, after coping with Canine epilepsy for 6 1/2 years, we had to put her down. Dusten was devastated, but I was worse. She was like my 2nd child and I cried for a week. We decided that we wouldn't get another dog for a great long time. Yeah. Right. I lasted 9 months. But only because Dusten was turning 13 and I was having the "my baby is a teenager" crisis.
So my mom and I started looking for a puppy. Not that she wanted to help. (she didn't think we needed another dog) But I convinced her that we should get one for Dusten's birthday. Shameless, I know. It just so happened that a girl that works with my mom had a Standard Dachshund that had just had puppies. So I first saw him when he ws only 3 days old. I picked him out of a litter of 6.
The trouble was that only 5 weeks later, the lady called my mom and told her that if I wanted the dog I had to come get it, she was "getting rid" of them. Yes, I know. People like that should not have animals. But that's another story and I'm telling this one right now. Anyway, we rushed over to pick up our then not quite 6 week old puppy.
He was so small and so cute! He really needed another week or so with his mom though, because he latched on to me and wouldn't let go. Because he was so small, Dusten wanted to name him Bruiser, after the dog in "Legally Blonde". So he was first known as Bruiser. The rest is all my fault.
He was to young to be taken from his mother and so he adopted me of course. Wouldn't let me out of his sight when I was at home. And he was soooo small. Just a little turd. Just a little pile. Not even big enough to be a good doodie. So that's where it started. I was always telling him what a little Doodie he was, and since I'm the only one he listened to, well, he just wouldn't come or respond to Bruiser. And, since Dusten wasn't really interested in him, he became my Doodie. He's now 2 years old, and he has some problems. Like ADHD and OCD and ODD. I swear he does.
Why you may ask, would I think that? Because he's crazy, that's why. And his diagnosis came to me one day while I was one the phone with my cousin, whose child is the spawn of Satan, and who has been diagnosed with all those already. There we were, trying to have a conversation, planning some family thing I think. Anyway, she kept hollering at Sawyer to stop this and quit that and don't touch those and leave that alone. Well, on my side, I was hollering at the dog. Telling him the same things. That's when the light went on. He has ADHD. The OCD and ODD came later.
So that's why Doodie. Funny thing, my cousin from Tampa still tries to call him Bruiser sometimes because she doesn't want to demean him she says. He's been called so much worse that Doodie is now more of an endearment. He's just a little turd after all.
Before we got Doodie, we had a dog named Too-Too. She was named after the little girls' dog on the Little Bear cartoon. That was my son's idea. Come on, he was only 6, and she was his birthday present that year! We do not have a problem! Anyway, after coping with Canine epilepsy for 6 1/2 years, we had to put her down. Dusten was devastated, but I was worse. She was like my 2nd child and I cried for a week. We decided that we wouldn't get another dog for a great long time. Yeah. Right. I lasted 9 months. But only because Dusten was turning 13 and I was having the "my baby is a teenager" crisis.
So my mom and I started looking for a puppy. Not that she wanted to help. (she didn't think we needed another dog) But I convinced her that we should get one for Dusten's birthday. Shameless, I know. It just so happened that a girl that works with my mom had a Standard Dachshund that had just had puppies. So I first saw him when he ws only 3 days old. I picked him out of a litter of 6.
The trouble was that only 5 weeks later, the lady called my mom and told her that if I wanted the dog I had to come get it, she was "getting rid" of them. Yes, I know. People like that should not have animals. But that's another story and I'm telling this one right now. Anyway, we rushed over to pick up our then not quite 6 week old puppy.
He was so small and so cute! He really needed another week or so with his mom though, because he latched on to me and wouldn't let go. Because he was so small, Dusten wanted to name him Bruiser, after the dog in "Legally Blonde". So he was first known as Bruiser. The rest is all my fault.
He was to young to be taken from his mother and so he adopted me of course. Wouldn't let me out of his sight when I was at home. And he was soooo small. Just a little turd. Just a little pile. Not even big enough to be a good doodie. So that's where it started. I was always telling him what a little Doodie he was, and since I'm the only one he listened to, well, he just wouldn't come or respond to Bruiser. And, since Dusten wasn't really interested in him, he became my Doodie. He's now 2 years old, and he has some problems. Like ADHD and OCD and ODD. I swear he does.
Why you may ask, would I think that? Because he's crazy, that's why. And his diagnosis came to me one day while I was one the phone with my cousin, whose child is the spawn of Satan, and who has been diagnosed with all those already. There we were, trying to have a conversation, planning some family thing I think. Anyway, she kept hollering at Sawyer to stop this and quit that and don't touch those and leave that alone. Well, on my side, I was hollering at the dog. Telling him the same things. That's when the light went on. He has ADHD. The OCD and ODD came later.
So that's why Doodie. Funny thing, my cousin from Tampa still tries to call him Bruiser sometimes because she doesn't want to demean him she says. He's been called so much worse that Doodie is now more of an endearment. He's just a little turd after all.
In the Beginning........
Oct 14, 2006
Well, new profiles. Something we can change and add to with ease. I thinks it's a great thing. And it only took me 3 hours to figure everything out!!
I guess I'll be updating here from now on. My Story has everything that came before today. At least it will if I can figure it out!! Peace!
I guess I'll be updating here from now on. My Story has everything that came before today. At least it will if I can figure it out!! Peace!
About Me
Alexander City, AL
Location
49.3
BMI
Oct 22, 2005
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