Tremory40
I am beginning a journey I have never been on before...watching the scale go down instead of slowly UP. I am a very blessed person. I married my highschool sweetheart, graduated college as a RN, bought the house of my dreams and had three beautiful healthy children. We are perfect....on paper. Not picture perfect because I hate pictures. They are a slap in face to me. I don't feel like that fat person. Oddly enough I don't see that fat person in the mirror either. Yeah, I see that the highschool cheerleader has put on some weight.....but not 150lbs! My family recently returned from a fantastic Disney trip and I was ever so eager to show pics at work, but I first had to take all the ones with me out. How stupid is that. They see me everyday, but somehow in my warped mind I think other people don't see the fat me, even though I see them everyday. Warped...I know. More like DENIAL!
So, fast forward to an LSU football game. My husbands once heavy co-worker walks up and looks great! My DH tells me she had the sleeve. Now, my husband NEVER says I need to lose weight, and has always been against wls. He says "I would rather have you here the way you are (he never says fat), then to have something go wrong and not have you at all." After some heavy (pardon the pun) discussions I sealed the deal with a tease for him... I explained the possibility of me turning my food addiction into a SEX addiction! That's about the time when he agreed. :)
