NClady910
There's really not much to tell. I was born nearly 1 month late, weighed in at 9 1/2 lbs and it's been downhill ever since. I've never been normal.
I've considered this surgery for years but was always too scared. I originally planned to have surgery in summer 2011, but after my Mom suddenly died 02/25/11, that pretty much brought everything to a standstill. After her death my only goal was to remember to breathe.
I come from a long line of people who die of strokes, almost always at the age of 63. I am by far the biggest of them all. So far, despite my weight I am extremely healthy, but I work in the health industry and I realize that it will probably not last.
If my mom had taken better care of herself, she'd probably still be here -- she was overweight, but not even remotely as big as I am. (She probably weighed 180 when she died.) If I ever have another baby, she won't be in the delivery room like she was when my daughter was born. When I take my daughter Prom dress shopping someday, she won't be there. She also won't be at her only granddaughter's wedding.
I am here because I REFUSE to die at 63, or sooner. I have no desire to live an extremely long life, but I am determined that someday I will be Grandmother of the Bride (or Groom) at my grandchildrens' weddings. And I'm going to wear a kickass GILF dress and at the reception I'm going to dance circles around the bridesmaids.
Bet on it.
