After a complicated pregnancy I had given birth to my second daughter. At almost 11 pounds she was a cesaerian delivery. At thirty years old, I was suffering from high blood pressure, gestational diabetes and morbid obesity.
During my stay at the hospital I was required to walk to help the healing process. During one of my evening strolls, I headed to labor and delivery. Remembering that there was a scale there I wanted to find it.....and see how much weight I dropped post delivery. I figured I had to drop at least 10+ pounds for the baby right?
Not quite. The scale had not budged. I weighed in at 315 pounds to be precise. Shocked and depressed, I headed back to my room. As I walked I caught the reflection of a disgustingly heavy, ugly woman. After taking a closer look I realized that the woman was me!
I was extremely upset and angry with myself. It was at that moment I was not going to go through my usual cycle: get depressed, cheer up, then eat. I did the one thing I had never done before: I forgave myself, and accepted responsibility for what shape my body was in.
I spent most of my life pretending to be a normal size. I was hiding behind humor,a big mouth,oversized clothes, and most of all NEVER revealing to anyone how much I weighed. It was then that I became okay with 315 lbs (not happy) but okay. In fact I shared that information with anyone who wanted to know, and I didn't care what their response was. (Usually it was inappropriate)
Once I got into a routine with my new baby and toddler;I got myself over to Weight Watchers, and I have been going ever since!!
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