Been here for a bit, but now looking for new friends!

So I've been here on MFP since late March. I've lost about 20 lbs so far, but I don't have a huge support group on here. I have a few friends on here who cheer me on, and I cheer them on, but I would like a few more. I'm going to tell you a little bit about myself and my journey (so far), and you can decide weather or not you'd like to be my friend! All adds and supportive friends welcome!

Oh! And quick warning, this is going to e a bit long, so please bare with me.

This story starts wayyy back in about 2001-2002. I was in middle school. I was never really the "fat kid", but I was never really skinny either. My mom used to put me on diets, and try to "help" me lose weight, but com'on! What 12 year old kid wants to be stuck eating an apple and carrot sticks, when all the other kids get Little Debbie snack cakes, and french fries? Not this gal!

Fast forward to July 2007. My boyfriend and I have been together for a year. I, at this point, weigh 175 (give or take.) No biggie! (Or so I thought!) July 22nd, I get rushed in an ambulance to the hospital with severe abdominal cramps. What I didn't know at the time, was that I was pregnant, despite the fact that I religiously took my birth control pills. And I ended up losing my first baby to miscarriage at 8 weeks. At that time, that was the worst thing that had ever happened to me, and life could not get any worse. Like any other over-weight person in denial, I turned to food for comfort.

December 19rd 2009. About 5am, I get a frantic call from my older sister to get to my mother's house and do it fast! I ask her what is wrong, because she sounds distressed. I hear those 2 agonizing words come through the phone. "Mom's dead!". My boyfriend and I rush to my mothers house. We turned a 10 minute trip into 2. I walk into my mother's bedroom, and there she is. I'm not going to go into excruciating detail with this, but lets just say she had been there for a few hours, and my 12 year old sister is the one who found her like that. Traumatizing, to say the least. We laid my mother to rest, on the eve of Christmas eve. Again, I turn to food. (And what better time to do that, then the holidays, right?)

Almost two months later, in February 2010, we found out that we were expecting. This marks the heaviest I have ever been, at a whopping 207lbs. Despite the weight, this was the happiest time of my life. But still so much to worry about, considering my history (and not even taking my weight into consideration). I started taking care of myself. eating fruits and veggies. Taking my prenatals, as any pregnant woman should. Life was only missing one thing. The mother, who had over the years grown into my best friend, and the grandmother of my unborn child (which she would have LOVED!- She wanted nothing more than for us to have a baby, and years prior to her passing, we had been trying to give that to her with no luck.) May 2010, we found out we were going to have a daughter. A sweet little baby girl. We had already went through tons of baby books filled with tons of names, when we finally agreed on the perfect name. Serenity Morgyn (Morgyn sounds like Morgan.) We were so happy, and we felt extremely blessed to FINALLY become parents. 10 weeks pregnant, still pregnant. 14 weeks pregnant, and on to the 2nd trimester- still pregnant. 20 weeks pregnant- still pregnant. Nothing could go wrong! I was halfway done! July 10th 2010, at almost 26 weeks pregnant, I go into pre-term labor with our baby girl. By the time I got to the hospital she was almost here. There was no chance of stopping labor that far into it. July 11th, at 1:02am, after a very short labor I give birth to the most precious 1lb 10oz baby girl. My Serenity. She fought for a long 7 hours and 34 minutes, but ended up losing her battle. That by far takes the cake for the most devastating experience I have ever had to go through. At the end of my short pregnancy, I weighed 202lbs. (Yes, most people gain weight during pregnancy, I lost it.) For the first few weeks after she passed away, I couldn't eat or sleep. It got so bad that people started to get worried. Especially my boyfriend of 4 years. One day he decided to "force" me to eat something. and I did, just to make him happy. That was the end of that hunger strike without a purpose. After that I continues to shovel crap into my body. And not a little bit, a lot. It's a wonder I'm not as big as a house right now.

The new year. January 2011. I was determined to make 2011 a better year. I mean, it couldn't get any worse than 2010! Shortly, and I mean really shortly- like a few days, into the new year I found out I was pregnant again. Then February 14th 2011 (yes, Valentine's Day) we found out that we lost yet another baby, at 9 weeks to miscarriage. Again, what better way to cope then to grab a bucket of chicken or some ice cream?

March 15th, I turned 21. About a week and a half after that I decided if I wanted things in my life to be great, I had to do it myself. I couldn't just sit around and expect good things to happen to me, I had to make an effort. First starting with the weight. sadly, it wasn't just going to melt off, so I started my MFP account on March 23rd 2011, weighing in at 200.2lbs.
By April 3rd, I weighed in at 190lbs. I left on a trip for a month on April 8th to go see some family. Came back, and weighed in at 194.6lbs. My last weigh in was May 27th, at 180.2lbs. So far I've lost 20lbs! My clothes aren't as tight, and I can tell a real difference. I am so proud of myself, and can't wait to see more results. 40 more lbs until I reach my high goal weight, 45 until I reach my low goal weight!

Anyways, I'll stop blabbing now. I am now trying to make friends on here, and I figure how can you be friend with someone who you know nothing about? Please feel free to tell me about yourself, and your story, and lets become friends!


Cally aka Serenity711