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| December 2002 - My name is Beth. I'm a wife, mother of two soon to be three. I'm due with my third child January 10, but have a scheduled C-Section on January 7. I'm praying to anyone that happens to be listening to have an early delivery so I can claim the tax break...pretty sick huh? LOL. Seriously, I'm excited and anxious to bring Zachary Scott into this world. My life/bio seems to be simular to the countless other website pages I've read. I have my reasons and my situations that lead up to my weight gain. Born of a normal size, my struggles/roadblocks began early on. My biological father ran off when I was just a year old. My mother remarried to a military man who adopted me. He was a tirant and often times punished me and my half brother and sister pretty harshly. My mother feared losing another man/monitary security so she did very little to step in and stop his beatings. Strict was putting it lightly. I attended 9 different schools and moved every two to three years. I always had trouble making friends and trying to fit in by wearing the trend of the city was close to impossible since my father did not allow us to buy "trendy and expensive" clothing. New kid with KMart clothing = PLENTY of teasing and taunting. So I did what I could to survive, I ate. And ate and ate. I ate anything I could get my hands on. Lucky for me I kept most of the weight off because my father decided that physical activity was a required childhood event. I played soccer pretty much year around. Indoors and league. I even made the schools teams a few times. End of my senior year, my father was stationed to Germany. Thus my introduction to the land of plenty....plenty of rich fatty foods, plenty of young military men and plenty of alcohol for anyone over 18! I gained and gained and gained...no soccer to keep my in check! After our three year stay in Germany, I returned home to attend a small college in New Hampshire. It's hard to put into words the feelings of isolation I felt. It's simular to the caged bird syndrome. I went from having Europe at my finger tips via the trains and subway system to being in a back woods college in the boonies of New Hampshire. I hated it. I ate. I moved home...then in Rhode Island, my fathers new duty station...move actually several times to different states trying to find my "place" when I met my future husband. The moment I saw him I knew I was going to marry him. I was 25 years old, 180ish and not tooo bad. Of course hind sight is 20/20 and when comparing myself and my condition to a then and a now. Of course I'd choose the then. WE live together for a year then got engaged and all was grand. My DH even went so far as to ask my father for my hand...very classy and very NOT what I would have expected. Since I was not living at home but living in the same town, I was thankful. Then all hell broke loose and I began my distructive path again. See, after I moved out I found a sense of self and control that I never knew exsisted while living at home. I began to discover who I was and what I wanted to be...so when my future and I went to do the money talk with my parents about the wedding, we were informed that they would be glad to pay, but that this was going to be their party that they were throwing for us and while they would love to have our input, they would be making the final decision....ARGH! So what does a girl to do???? I got pregnant and ruined the whole shabang! Yep, I got pregnant and decided to cancel the big shindig and do a shot gunon February 14, 1999. It was exactly NOT what my parents would have wanted and I was eliated! Afterwards, I realized that I had only hurt myself and lost out on the wedding every girl should have. Parents or not. I sunk into a depression and gained over 100 lbs. I had to go on temp leave at my job due to pregnancy complications. I just blew up! My daughter was finally taken by emergency c-section three weeks early due to all the problems. Shes fine minus some speech problems which we go to speech therapy for. She's actually the brightest of beems in my life. I worked pretty hard at loosing ooohhh say 20 lbs. only to find I was pregnant again...6 months after my daughters birth. Now I know what you are thinking...and yes I know alll about Birth Control. In fact, I know just about everything there is to know about BC! My daughter was conceived while I was using the pill, my second (son) was conceived while using condoms and spermacide. My third was conceived with an IUD. So yes, I know all about BC. Anyway, I found out I was pregnant with my second and just about lost my mind. I wanted to be healthy and I wanted to loose weight before I tried again. Little did I know that I would be happy to have my Baby Bug. I thought I was done. I began to focus on weight loss again. Instead of loosing, I gained...and gained. Chasing two in diapers was not easy so I turned to food. I snacked 24/7. I was out of control Then I found out I was pregnant again, that was it. I lost all will power to care about my weight loss. It has been a trying time. For the most part, I've kept my mind on our new house, and my new job (more on that later) I've also been busy as the VP for our local MOMS club, scrapbooking, decorating the house and keeping up with my daughter and my son. Let alone maintaining my relationship with my husband. NOt an easy job to do. SO how did I get involved with WLS? Well last year my cousin who is also a surgical nurse had the proceedure done. I'm not close with her and heard it throught the family grape vine. I never gave it much thought since I was not really into cutting myself up. The c-section and my breast reduction...oh yea forgot to tell ya about that...thought that if I had a breast reduction I'd feel motivated to loose weight...LOL...so those two surgeries left a bitter taste in my mouth. Then in September, my cousin sent a general email out to the family with pictures of her kids, her weight loss and an update. I was shocked and surprised by the results. I then began to read a bit online, but nothing serious yet. Two days later, my aunt who doubles as my second mother calls and said" I'm gonna have the surgery" I jumped out of my seat and said...I'm thinking about it too!!!!! SO that began my research. It wasn't until the beginning of Dec that I began to call around. I finally settled in a doctor in my area. The big problem I have now is that I want the Duodenal switch, but no one in 500 miles performs this wls. So I'm going to settle for the rny. Listen to me...settle! So I'm waiting for the delivery, the healing and then my consultation in May. |
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