Miss_T_CC95
My story. I really never thought about my weight very much. It was just something I never had to do. When I graduated from high school, I guess I started for the first time in my life to gain weight. I never thought too much about it, because I figured all girls put on the freshman 15. Fast-forward 8 years and I am fat. I guess because I never really had to watch what I ate or really think about my weight too much I didn’t realize how much weight I had put on. My lifestyle was the same, I dated, I hung out with my friends and one day, I was on a plane and I could barely buckle the seatbelt. I felt panicked, how did I get here. I didn’t know what to do; I wanted inside to run off the plane. I hadn’t even gotten to my destination and I was already dreading the flight home. The flight home was even worst. I was schedule to sit next to a man, a father who was across from his family and he had to convince his preteen daughter to sit next to me, “we would both be much more comfortable” I knew instantly something must be done. I had been trying to loose weight on and off for years, but there in that moment I had never felt so bad, almost ashamed (okay, I can tell you, I was defiantly ashamed). Like didn’t he know I was on a diet, I was working on it, I do the best I can, I look good, right? My PCP had suggested WLS a year before and I just poo poo’d the idea, but that incident made me think that I maybe should look into to it, and so began my journey to a new life.
