ninnifer
Like many of the people whose stories I've read here, I have been obese since I can remember.
I used to like to sit on my mom's warm lap as opposed to my dad's, and I think that this is one of the first memories I associated with comfort, warmth, love, and even protection.
I now better understand what factors contributed to my becoming and remaining obese. I realize that I had little choice as a child. Now I have choices. I am an adult. I can take care of myself. I can comfort myself. I can let my voice be heard, and my voice today says, I want to be healthy. I want to live a long life. I want to ride on the back of my husband's Vespa. I want to have children, get on the floor and play with them, live through the pregnancy. I want to sleep through the night without apnea interrupting. I want to stop catching every virus that comes within ten feet of me. I want to hike high into the mountains. I want to ride my bike through the beautiful coungtryside that surrounds me. I want to live, really live!