Stacy M.
I've been heavy for as long as I can remember. I had childhood cancer- Leukemia. I remember being lankier and not so fat before that. But I think I got the wrong idea about food being in the hospital- everyone "treated" me to food.. and I was on prednisone and was always hungry from it.. so when people came to visit they knew I'd more than likely be hungry and they'd bring food-- Burger King, pizza, treats. I think I learned about food the wrong way.
I was heavy going forward from there.. I was a chubby grade schooler.. but not truely "heavy" until a certain point.. I vividly remember going school shopping for 6th grade and my mom having to go to another section and I remember putting on a pair of size 10 jeans (in 6th grade!!!). I knew this was a much higher size than my friends wore. I was a size 12 through high school, and when I went to college but I still was the "fat" friend.. everyone else was a 6 or 8.. even with the freshman 15 gain. By the time I was a senior in college I was a 16. I moved home, did okay.. and then ballooned to an 18... and now a 20. I'm only 5'1" and over 100lbs overweight. It was January of this year when one day I woke up and it just hit me. It was the right insurance, the right job, and the right time in my life to do it. So here my journey begins...
