Anydaynow
My story is like many. Once I was slim, athletic, and had no difficulty staying that way. Then I got married and had two beautiful children. After baby #2 the weight didn't come off. Then the post-partum depression and anti-depressants. Then the divorce, and more anti-depressants. Taking care of everyone but myself was already a way of life for me. I've been a nurse since 1984, so it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Then the second marriage, two wonderful step-sons and an instant tribe of kids and a fabulous husband to take care of. So now, I'm 45 years old, forgot somewhere along the line that I'm important too, and 130 pounds over-weight. My husband had his RNY in August of this year. Mine is in October. We are committing ourselves to taking care of ourselves and our family. We fear, more than anything else, losing precious time with our children and each other. Time is going by so fast for us, and we don't want to miss a thing!
