Lizeth S.
The Beginning of My Journey
Apr 16, 2006
| http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"> | The Beginning of My Journey THE WORST ADDICTION! People dont seem to understand that it is an addiction that we deal with. Worst than any other addiction; no drug, alcohol or tobacco addiction can compare. Let me put it into perspective, people can live without the drugs, without the alcohol, without the tobacco, they might think and feel like they can't but biologically they can. No individual can live without food, we need food to survive. A Food addiction is different, we can not quit cold turkey. We can not just walk away and never look back. Everyday, every meal will be a battle. And every time a bite goes into our mouths we will be reminded of the never ending battle that we have to endure. Don't tell me this is not an addiction because it is and it is the worst one. | If you have made mistakes, even serious ones, there is always another chance for you. What we call failure is not the falling down, but the staying down. -Mary Pickford |
http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"> http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"> | My Oath April 16, 2006 For the last 7 years I have been in denial. I have refused to take a good look in the mirror and see the chubby girl look back at me. It wasn't until recently when I stepped onto the scale and in astonishment it read 280 lbs. That is only 20 lbs from 300. For the first time in my life I sat down and cried for a few minutes. I never thought of myself as FAT, I hate that word its degrading. I always thought of myself as voluptuous, it sounds cute and sexy. My weight never prevented me from doing things, at least not the important ones. Ok so I dont fit in the rides of a theme park but little things like that arent that important. I could still go up a flight of stairs without gasping for air, I didnt have any life threatening diseases and I was still considered and offered job promotions. It wasnt until my scale introduced me to the number 280 when I really looked closely and noticed that my knees hurt, my back ached my monthly missing in action for over 3 years when I realized I was 150 lbs too heavy. In my irrational mind I didn't fit the stereotype of a MORBIDLY OBESE individual. Yes I am under the category that suggests that I can drop dead any minute, I have an unpleasant scent, a disgusting appearance, my size is offensive, I am manifested by gruesome fat and I have an unhealthy mental and or physical state. This is what MORBIDLY OBESE refers too. I am saddened that anyone can give a category such a cruel name. But I suppose it's true, how long until I develop diabetes, hypertension, congested heart failure, how long until I start sweating perfusely and taking a shower will become a workout, how long until my rolls of fat become by recliner and my only friend becomes the refridgerator? My love affair with food must stop. All I want is not to want food. My journey begins now, April 16, 2006. I have made up my mind I WILL have the long procrastinated Gastric Bypass Surgery. | You have to have confidence in your ability, and then be tough enough to follow through. - Rosalynn Carter |
