The History of a Fat Girl

I have been a fat girl my entire life. Well, except for a couple of years in high school. Even then, I was a very muscular size 12. My mother loves to tell me how my pediatrician told her when I was a toddler never to let me get fat because of the various diseases that graced both sides of my genetic code. I remember shopping in the "husky" department at Sears. I still remember the jerk in junior high school who slapped my thighs and called me thunder thighs. I could go on and on but I won't because every fat girl has the same story. The teasing and taunting made me who I am. I am a pretty tough woman and I have immense compassion for other people. Not to mention, let's face it, I did have a hand in being fat. But that is not what this blog is about. This blog is a way for me to document my journey through a gastric bypass. At the beginning of my journey I weighed a whopping 311 pounds, the most I have ever weighed in my life. I was busting out of my size 26/28 pants and felt like garbage. I have dieted many times over. I am not very good with willpower and the weight never came off fast enough to sustain my commitment. I like to be active but it has become harder as my weight ballooned. I will get to how I made the decision in a later post because it was not an easy decision to make. I hope you will come along. I am not a writer. I happen to love run on sentences. I am, however, honest. I feel like it is important for me to document my journey, not only for my own purposes but for others who are contemplating weight loss surgery.