I am a 33 year old mom of one incredibly intelligent and kind young man. My husband and I have been married almost 11 years and he still looks at me the same way he did when I weighed 135 pounds.
I am a Clerk/ CDL Advisor for the local government and have been there a little over 11 years now.
I was one that hardly ever had an issue with my weight until I was pregnant with my second child, which I miscarried in the latter part of 1998. I went through several years of depression and often found myself using food as a comfort and a crutch to hide my pain. It is something, even today, I have a difficult time talking about. My husband and I hardly ever talked about her because we both knew it could potentially tear us apart; emotionally and from each other. At this time in my life, it was the beginning of my self destruction. I was so angry...what if I had done this, what if I had not done that....there was something constantly echoing in my ear. And I tried to drown it with food... we need food to fuel our bodies, but too much of it can also cause us great harm and cause the person we once knew to fade into someone we don't recognize.
During the last 10 years, I developed high blood pressure and an enlarged heart. I have to take medication everyday to control what I have done to myself. I know I should have asked for help in the beginning, but I can't concentrate on the should haves anymore. I can only begin with this very moment to make my life better so I can enjoy my time with my family and be able to see my son graduate, get married and look into the eyes of my grandchildren.