My story...friends wanted

Hello everyone,

I am sorry if this is too long but I wanted to get it out there...

I remember being in elementary school and being bullied. I was not overweight at all at that time as some of you may think. I was just tall for my age! I was taller than everyone in my class. I was called things like “dinosaur,” and “giant.” And so it begins…I ate. I would bring things to my room and hide under my pillows and eat. I would sneak into the kitchen when everyone was asleep. I ate every bit of chocolate I got for Easter in one sitting that I got violently sick. Seconds and even thirds at the dinner table was a nightly occurrence. But, for all this overeating…I was not overweight. I had an incredibly high metabolism and was completely normal.

Fast forward to 23 years old…I fell in love with a man who was 12 years older than me. He already had a daughter from another relationship. We were only together 4 months when I discovered I was pregnant. For those of you who are still reading…This is where everything goes down hill…

I left everything…job, family, friends to be with him. My pregnancy was miserable (ordered bed-rest)and he did everything to make things worse. He started out making little comments that you could almost believe was just a joke or concerned all at the same time (after all…he was a nurse). “Get off your lazy butt and go for a walk with me. It might help.”

Fast forward another 3 years…those little comments escalated as they usually do. One day we were arguing about something simple and I went outside to get some air but not before slamming the door. He chased me outside and put his hands around my throat and almost pushed me over the back balcony. All of this was witnessed by our young son.

Fast forward another 2 years. Our son is then in Kindergarten. It was the Victoria Day holiday. Wahoo…long weekend, right? Things went extremely wrong and I almost lost my life that night and I can’t go into details as it still extremely bothers me. Long story short…I had enough and called the police and he was sent to jail.

All through this time…I ate and overate for comfort. That adds up to 25 years of overeating!! It is a miracle that I don’t weigh a lot more than my current 237 lbs. I started at 247.

Fast forward another 2 years…I am here writing this now…the anniversary of that last fateful night is coming up…May 20 and I have vowed that I will finally take care of myself. I will promise not to let my emotions control my appetite and lose this extra weight for not just myself, but my son as well.