SarahI
I have struggled with my weight my whole life. I remember my brother and sister calling me fat-so and Hogitha growing up. My family just said i was big boned. I always carried my weight well, or at least i tried. I was athletic in school, i played volleyball, i was a cheerleader, (always a base of course) and i was always active. Aside from the siblings teasing i received, i didn't fret much on my weight. Well at least until i tried to join the army. I was 17 years old, working full time and going to school. I am 5'4" and i weighed around 130 the army told me i was overweight and i needed to go on their version of a military issued diet. YEA the good ole cabbage diet. I went on the diet for one month, and i lost 15 pounds. I went to MEPS in Lansing where i had to strip down to my skivvies, bend over and touch my toes, and then crouch down and walk like a duck in a room with other girls walking around like ducks. Then it was time to step on the scale. Here i was standing on a scale in front of a bunch of other girls and all i hear is i was still too fat. i was 115 pounds and the army was telling me i was too fat to join. i think i cried all the way home to northern Michigan. That devastated me. But from there i just moved on. I continued to work and eventually met my now ex husband. Then i got pregnant when i was 20. I was violently ill for the first 6 months until i started getting regular shots for nausea. But then the pounds started packing on like crazy. i went from 135 to 230 it seemed like over night. but i didn't fret about it because i figured i could just lose the weight like before. For the most part i did, i went down to 175 pounds, but then i found out i was pregnant with my second daughter. then i gained everything back and some. Over the next several years i lost and gained then lost and gain some more. Diet after diet, gym memberships, even getting into weight loss bets at work. over the next 6 years i was able to get down to 155 pounds. I was happy with my weight. I felt comfortable and at peace, until i broke my ankle playing volleyball at a family reunion. I was out of commission for 3 months on crutches. then still a slow process getting back my mobility. So now here i am weighing 250 pounds and wondering if this next step will be help me win back my life i know i deserve.
