Okay, where to begin? The last time I was little, I was 5 or 6 years old. One day my Great Grandmother, Opal, asked my mother "Do you ever feed that child?" (Look at me now Grandma.) After that day I blowed up like a balloon. Alot of my weight problem comes from my family and the way I was raised. When my momma cooked, SHE COOKED. We was only a family of 3, but she cooked enough for 12, so when she fed me, she fed me. I didn't care that I was over weight and short (5'3'') until I got into high school. Being over 200 lbs, I lost alot of friends, people would make fun of me, call me names, and all the other stuff that is associated with being the "fat kid" in school. Well, I ended up dropping out of school my sophomore year. That was in 1999. I ended up getting a job and finding a friend "like" me. During that summer I ended up dropping about 15 lbs and started feeling a little better about myself. But it didn't last long.
My mother ended up moving out to the middle of nowhere. I had no car, no job, my friend lived to far away and I guess you can say I feel into a type of depression.
By 2001, I was at 245 lbs, and gaining, until I met the love of my life, Jason. We met, we talked, we fell in love and got married April of 2002. (After 6 months of knowing eachother)
Things were ok and I was still gaining... slowly. Now to jump ahead a little.
In 2003 I became pregnant with our first born, Lelamae. By the end of my pregnancy, I was 260 lbs. GOSH! That really played a roll on me during my post pardom stages. During the middle of 2004, I found out I was pregnant again, by this time I was already at 275 lbs.
So came my our second child February of 2005. After birth, I was now 295. At this point, I couldn't find clothes to fit me at our local Wal-Mart (TM), I was at a size 26/28 W pants and a size 22/24 W shirt. Some people would say that being a size 26 W wasn't all that bad, but being on a short and small frame, it was a REALLY bad thing. I guess when I couldn't fit into clothes anymore, I just stopped caring.
The summer of 2007 was my BREAKING point. My husband and I have custody of his beautiful twin children Anna and William, and we went to his company picnic, which was at an Amusement park. Beach Bend in Bowling Green, KY to be exact. Anyway, this place made me decide it was time to do something about my weight, I COULDN'T FIT ON ANY OF THE RIDES BUT MAYBE TWO. And it was really embarrassing when the ride guy told me "Ma'am I'm sorry but you're just to big, you can wait over here for your children tho." I cried. What else was there for me to do. I didn't realize how big I had REALLY became. We got home that night and I weighed myself. 322 lbs!!! That was it, I had to do something about it. If I couldn't fit on any of the rides, then what kind of ride was my heart going on carrying around all this fat???
Well it's March of 2009 and I am up to 327 lbs. Over the past 6 months I have met a wonderful person, Maria, who too, has an issue with her weight, and I have vowed to her that I would help her if she would help me. Since it's warm out now, we have been on a few walks and I hope it becomes many more. I will be keeping an update weekly tho. So we will see what happens!