susann64
I am a 43 year old that has struggled with my weight since I hit puberty. I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome which doesn't help and I also have a history of being an emotional eater, aren't we all. Unfortunately, I have an emotional rollercoaster of histoty.
I met my soulmate when I was very young. 15. We married when I was 19 and within a year or so were ready to start a family. We knew the odds were against us, but plugged along for 4 years. After fertility treatment, drugs, (and food) we were blessed with the most beautiful daughter any parents could ask for (inside and out). I will admit to only slight bias.
Yada yada yada, career struggles...built 4 houses...moved long distance 4 times...all the while trying to get pregnant again. After 14 years of trying, we resigned ourselves to our wonderful little family of 3. Life was good.
Enter elective surgery on my beautiful 16 year old. She was diagnosed with compartment syndrome in her lower legs (she was a competitive soccer player) and bilateral faciatomies to relieve the pain. 2 weeks later she had a blood clot that went to her lungs and my baby was gone. Understand that she was not only my daughter...she was also my best friend, buddy, life. Not your normal teenager. She was respectful, responsible, loving and as I said our world. Enter more food.
I have been blessed through all of this with my wonderful husband. He is, as I said, my soul mate. We are each others, friend, lover, confidante, shoulder to cry on, and person to kick you in the ass when needed.
About 3 months after losing Kendal, we decided to try one more time to have another baby. We figured we didn't have anything to lose, at that point it was all we could do to get out of bed in the mornings, figured why bother. Anyway, long story short... within 6 months, this fat, emotional 39 year old wreck was pregnant. You just gotta believe in a higher power (and a good fertility specialist...oh yea and lots of good drugs..hormones). So.... I got this old fat body pregnant and my OB says.... we can pretty much count on you having gestational diabetes and your blood pressure being an issue etc etc etc...... NO PROBLEM. Sailed through the 9 months and have another beautiful baby girl.
Tried for another, I know we are greedy. Got pregnant when Maggie was 3 months old and miscarried at 11 weeks. One person can only lose so much...end of our fertility treatments...but more food.
Sooooo. Here I am, 43 with a 2 year old and bound and determined to get healthy so that I can live to see her grow up. My husband, who loves me for me, was supportive of whatever decision I made. My GP was 100 percent behind WLS. Insurance approved... surgery Feb 11 and here I am on March 26, 38 pounds lighter and counting.
So goes my saga/ Not looking for sympathy, it is just what it is. No reason for sympathy..God loaned me his most perfect angel for 16 years and I will always be thankful for every second of it. He also led me to my HUsband. Without our relationship, I don't think that either of us would have survived. And now....we have Maggie. The new love of our lives. AND a brand new ME
