Stephanie C.
I wasn't a heavy child or teenager, I actually didn't start gaining a lot of weight until the summer of '92. I had my first son in April of that year and placed him in an open adoption. He is now 17 years old and is living in NY. We have a wonderful open relationship. We see each other as often as we can and talk almost every day.
In the fall of '92 my boyfriend and I moved to Chico, CA so that he could resume his studies at CSUChico. He studied engineering. I moved away from all my friends, my family, and my support system. I was depressed and dealing with the "loss" of my son. So, I ate to make myself feel better.
Over the next 17 years my weight has gone up and down and has finally ended up in a very bad place. A place I never imagined I would ever be. My weight hasn't held me back over the years too much. I mean there is a lot of things that are/were difficult for me to do, but I always did them anyway, or at least tried them.
When I had my second son in "01 I weighed about 240lbs when he was born. I didn't really lose much weight after I had him. I pretty much stayed between 240-260. I got down to my lowest in a long time after my third son. I went down to about 210.
I'm not sure what happened that brought me to this place, but I know that I am done being here. I'm tired of being tired all the time and scared that I am going to get even sicker. So, it's time to do something about it.
Thanks for checking out my profile. I welcome anyone who has any advice or support for me.
Stephanie