I have decided that for the past 9 years of my life, I have been killing myself with my weight. I have gained so much since I met my husband. He was abusive and I had no self esteem. I ate because I think in my mind, I knew that if I was heavy, he wouldn't want to touch me. It worked, but I am at least 450 pounds right now, and I don't want to die!
I left him. I am rebuilding my life. I want to take care of myself for a change. I almost feel like not doing something about my weight makes everything I went through with him in vain. I feel somehow entitled to free myself from this excess weight, so that I can move freely through the world. I want to be able to get a ride with someone and have the seatbelt fit. Or to be able to walk up the stairs without gasping for breath. I feel like I deserve to feel better about myself. To meet someone one day who will actually treat me with respect. Someone who will love me. Someone that I can maybe have a family with. I just don't want to die because I am obese. What a waste!
I feel like I have had so many wake up calls. When I lost my sight in the right eye. When I almost died because my apenea was so bad. Like, hello? How many more signs do I need, already?
And I realize that people are going to make fun of me when I go walking for exercise. One thing I don't get is why people feel that they must yell nasty things to me from their cars?
How does that enrich their life? But whatever. I will turn my MP3 player up and keep on walking. I just have to do something. I really feel like if I don't, my entire struggle will have been worthless.
So anyway, I have no idea why I put this out here for the entire MDC to read. Maybe because I there are so many people on here, that someone out there will encourage me
And I need that right now.
I left him. I am rebuilding my life. I want to take care of myself for a change. I almost feel like not doing something about my weight makes everything I went through with him in vain. I feel somehow entitled to free myself from this excess weight, so that I can move freely through the world. I want to be able to get a ride with someone and have the seatbelt fit. Or to be able to walk up the stairs without gasping for breath. I feel like I deserve to feel better about myself. To meet someone one day who will actually treat me with respect. Someone who will love me. Someone that I can maybe have a family with. I just don't want to die because I am obese. What a waste!
I feel like I have had so many wake up calls. When I lost my sight in the right eye. When I almost died because my apenea was so bad. Like, hello? How many more signs do I need, already?

And I realize that people are going to make fun of me when I go walking for exercise. One thing I don't get is why people feel that they must yell nasty things to me from their cars?
How does that enrich their life? But whatever. I will turn my MP3 player up and keep on walking. I just have to do something. I really feel like if I don't, my entire struggle will have been worthless.So anyway, I have no idea why I put this out here for the entire MDC to read. Maybe because I there are so many people on here, that someone out there will encourage me
And I need that right now.








The nurses have a scale that goes up to 440, and as soon as I hit that mark, they will let me get weighed once a week if I want. I am going to see if the local Urgent Care will let me stop in and weigh on their scale tomorrow, just so that I know how much I weigh. I would like to know for my own records. So many places do not have scales that go up high enough.

Mostly venting right now though
I will PM you the link right now 

But, I also wanted to say, Go you.
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