Shenurse
Well my story is probably a common one. I have been fat since i was 6 years old. Obesity runs rampant in my family and there are certain ones of us that do not seem to have a shut off valve when it comes to food. I always tell everyone that nothing is to rich or too sweet for me and that is the truth. At the age of 8 my mother, who incidentally did not have a problem with obesity, spent several day's walking around and crying every time she looked at me. I kept asking her what was wrong, but she wouldn't tell me and just kept crying and going back into her bedroom. She finally disclosed that the reason she was crying was because i was so fat, now mind you, at this point in life i was merely chunky, fat wouldn't come until later, and boy would it come, incidentally my mother did have bi-polar disorder with schizophrenic tendencies and psychotic episodes topped off by borderline personality disorder. Of course none of that matters when you are 8 years old!! So anyhow she did take me to the doctor and he did place me on speed for weight loss and after a few days my mother stopped giving me the medicine and resumed baking me cookies and cakes and loving me with food and boy was our house clean, you get my drift I think, if you don't you should leave now!! 
So my mother, God rest her soul, did love with food, did not provide limitations on portions, and created an environment that was conducive to comfort eating. I took it from there, and here i am!! I am someone who prides myself on my emotional stability and strong mind. I am a go to girl who usually believes that i can "think" my way out of anything. That being said, i haven't been able to think my way out of this obesity thing, ( and good lord have i ever tried) !! So here i am on the cusp of getting a surgery date. And here is a VERY modified version of my story if anyone is interested in reading it!!
