You know, at this time of year I bounce back and forth frome holiday giddy to extremely depressed. Maybe that's why I'm not doing so well on my diet and excercise. I was looking back at some things I wrote a few months ago and I think it's time to get my mind straight. I'm copying a journal entry I made at another forum here. It was my first entry to introduce myself and put the real me out there, and I don't think I've really done that since I've been here. So, here goes.
started life as a fat baby-10lb3oz. The only things I really remember about my weight as a child is that at age 11 I wore a size 11, at age 12 I was 4'10" and weighed 250. Lost 100 pounds over the next year. By 16 I wore a size 16. I remember that because it was the year I first got married and it was my wedding dress. First husband lasted for about a year until the abuse got so bad I ran away in the middle of the night with 2 babies. That wa 1986. From 1987 to 1997 I was with another man who was a drug addict/alchoholic/cheat/criminal. The emotional abuse was unbelievable. After I left him things were typical single parent issues until 1999. That was when my oldest daughter who was then 15 was diagnosed as bipolar schizophrenic. In January of 2000, my entire world crashed around me. My beautiful daughter tried to run away from the hospital and was hit by a car on the highway. She died instantly, exactly 2 weeks before her 16th birthday. After that I really didn't see any reason for living. Even though I had 2 more wonderful daughters 14 and 9. I wanted to die and thought of nothing but how I could kill myself without messing up the life insurance for my babies. So I started eating, and nothing else. 3 weeks later, my 14 year old moved in with her boyfriends family. Not with my blessing but I knew she couldn't stand to live with me anymore. My youngest daughter did not show signs of trouble until the next year. She started fighting, stealing, anything else. Turns out she just wanted someone to say she didn't have to live with me anymore. She now lives with other family and life is much better between us. In August of 2001 I met a wonderful man named John. At this point I had ballooned to 275 pounds. I am 5'3". We met on the phone and I was terrified at the idea of meeting him. I knew that as soon as he saw me it was over. Today we both say that we knew we were in love even before the night we met face to face. We have had a wonderful life since then and have been married for almost 2 years now. He loves me anyway I am, and I appreciate that and love him for it. Now it's time for me to love me again.