CagedBird
Here goes - I'm 42, w/ sleep apnea, type 2 diabetes, bad knees and fat. I could have just started out with fat and that would have explained it all. Whew....How did I get here?? I don't know this body that I am in. I feel so betrayed by it. I felt for so long I had no control over this body that became a cage. There were a number of things that I could list that contributed to my weight gain but at the end of the day I wasn't dealing with the emotional and physical stuff I needed to.
Let me first say I have never been a small girl. I'm above average height with a large bone structure. I never worked out, never watched what I ate or felt the need to. I liked the girly curves and so did my husband. My weight gain started about 14 years ago with me gaining the bulk of my weight over the last 8. Last year I remember sitting in a department store waiting for my daughter and I looked over and caught a side glance of my body. I felt old and huge. I was so disturbed by the sight of I found it hard to look at myself. I forced myself to look at my fat thighs and big ass. I had a gut where there wasn't one before arms of a sumo wrestler. It was right then looking at myself in absolute digust, that very moment I decided not one more year can I live like this. The next day I started researching my options. On my birthday I started my testing and my journey. I feel more alive than I have in years. I promise 43 will not look or feel anything like 42.
