mcfardee
I have been overweight all of my life. I made the best of it as much as I could. I was either the jolly fat girl or the mean one. It was hard to laugh at me when others did. I had few friends and being offered food was the norm in my family. It was the cure-all. If you turned it down, something was wrong with you. I married, the first time, for all the wrong reasons. All of them had to do with low self-esteem. I had my first WLS during this time. I did okay but due to the lack of support and development at the time, I ate all the wrong things because nothing would stay down but ice cream and mashed potatoes. After about 5-6 years, if that long, I gained back all my weight. Over the years and after the divorce and other failed relationships, I put on even more weight. Eventually, I remarried and had children. I continued to gain weight until I got to the point where I started thinking about having surgery again. After years of thinking about it, I found out in June of this year that my husband's insurance would pay for it. Woo hoo! I started all of the prerequisites that month and had my surgery on 12/27/10.