trami3
Where to start...
I was born in the midwest and my parents decided to come to California when I was 6 months old. We moved so many times I lost count. My father never really had a great job and my mother constantly fought with him. I had a younger brother (by 2 years) and he became the apple of my father's eye. Later on, after my father's death, I found out that my father aggravated him just as much as he aggravated me.
My mom pushed food on my brother and I. We lived on high fat, high sugared foods. Things that were easy and cheap to make for us. Our family was poor and the only things that were cheap to feed kids was this type of food. We lived on hot dog sandwiches, macaroni and cheese, spagheti-os and anything sugar. If it came out of a can, we were fed it.
Once we got older we were given meat and potato's. Anything and everything high starch. Our exercise regime was absolutely nothing. We were given a black and white T.V. for a source of entertainment. My mom always fed us a high starch/high corbohydrate diet. Bread was supposedly our best friend. As of today, I am not a fan of bread, potato's or rice.
In school I was considered the, "Fat" kid and heavily teased. I never really had a boyfriend because "Guys" didn't like "Fat" girls. I was never asked to the prom and was constantly teased and harassed at school. In the mid 1980's I decided to go on a diet and lost a good amount of weight. I still was heavier than other women, 167 pounds. I met a man who had a compulsive behavior and finally finished the relationship only to get bombarded by another man that I later married and had two sons with. This man made my life a living hell, When I married, I weighed 169 pounds. I had my first child and pretty much maintained my weight. The second child is when I shot up to 275 pounds. I wasn't able to get that weight off and my weight was becoming a problem in my marriage. I was ridiculed and taunted by my own husband. Unfortunately I allowed this to persist for 11 years. I am happy to say that I have been divorced from him for 7 years now. I am finally getting my life back into order and turning things around; living the life I should had been living for so many years.
Although there was an obstacle with the band, I wouldn't change anything. I am so happy with my lapband, the weight is coming off slow but it is happening. I feel that I finally have a new lease on life and I am feeling great!!!
