scurtis2007
I was a normal sized kid who was a little on the skinny side. My family never exercised or dieted. We showed love by eating, having lots of parties, and having fun. Once I was married and had my kids, I never lost the baby fat. In fact, I kept it and added more to it. I would lose a few pounds here and there. I got into trying all kinds of diet pills, fads, liquid diets, you name it. By the time I was 29, I was over 200 lbs and the man in my life at that time loved me no matter what size I was. After that relationship ended 5 years ago, I replaced the lost love with a new one---FOOD. Food was my new best friend. If I was happy, I ate. If I was sad, I ate. No matter the emotion, food fit the bill. I didn't really "get" that I was abusing food. One day I woke up and was 250 lbs and got very depressed but not enough to do anything constructive about it.
What finally brought me to this point is that I had a friend who had gastric by-pass surgery. I watched her transform over the last year and could see all the positive changes she was making in her life. I knew that bypass wasn't really for me but talked to my doc about it just the same. My doc is a tiny woman who probably doesn't weigh 100 lbs. Sure enough, she was for it but suggested lap band instead. I couldn't believe it--apparently I had been in a lot of denial about my weight. Why wouldn't my doc want me to lose weight? Of course she did and with her help, my insurance approved it. Now, here I am--3 days post op and praying that this surgery is the tool I needed to make positive changes in my life. So far, I'm feeling really good about my decision and can't wait to see the pounds melt away.
