Here is the
thing about weight loss, I never intended to weigh 350 lbs, nope it wasn’t my
dream. Come to think of it, I know, no one whomever said, “Yep, My goal is…
OBESITY.” (I’m getting phones calls about that one, for sure)
To that end,
obesity isn’t laziness lets clear that one up, right away.
Every day as an
obese person I worked to not be, and just like you, and you, and you, Somedays
were better than others.
I don’t know
that I was ever offended by my own weight. Well, that’s not entirely an
accurate statement I was hurt, ridiculed, and shunned for the weight I carried,
but that’s the thing it was others not me that were ashamed of my appearance, I
actually thought for a “BIG” girl I was pretty cute.
Recently, it
was brought to my attention that weight loss should now define my work, but
ironically, She never defined me. And
now that she’s gone I have days I forget she was ever here. Not to be funny but the only thing other then
the large amount of skin SHE left behind is peoples curiousity about my journey.
My journey of
weight loss isn’t exciting by any means.
A wonderful surgeon in Las Vegas, Nevada two days before Thanksgiving
2002, laparosopically detached 2/3rd of my stomach and 5 inches of
small intestine. The procedure was met
with no complications, I was up and walking to the demand of my NAZI recovery
team, Tracey and Robyn with in hours of my procedure. However, within eight weeks I developed a very common
complication and was readmitted to have my valve reopened.
Within months
of the surgery, the Kristin of before just started to melt away; only weeks
after the procedure when I traveled home to be with my family for Christmas my
father teared up at the progress I had made in such a short amount of
time. People often ask, when you change
so dramatically what do you go through psychologically, A LOT doesn’t beginning
to describe it. I was a teenager for the first time at 22 years old, you all
have one of me, the “BIG” friend the girl who in a bar is your “Body Guard” the
“Protector, that was always me. For the first time I needed protecting.
And in 2003, I started over with this new lease and new outlook; I lost many
friends those first few years, some were over people upset that I was now worth
competing for, others because they thought I had “CHANGED” I was selfish and conceded
in their opinion. Honestly, I think the friendships hurt more than any Bullying
I experienced in my youth. These were
people I had known for years and then it was all my fault no support, no
congratulations, pure hate.
There were
days, and weeks and even a month or so where I dreamt of going back, to being
invisible in the crowded room asking questions like: What if I hadn’t changed?
Why did I think this would make things better? Would I have been better off
another way?
I would say
my anemia doesn’t bother me every day, but I would be lying. Many days are worse than others but go back
to the question I asked not so long ago, Why did I think it would get
better???? Oh my gosh, because it did.
This
condition and body won’t slow me down and weight loss as much as it is a
Chapter it isn’t the Title of my book.
It won’t ever
go away, it will always come up when I see someone after a long absence or when
a new person asked, “So, what does 125 mean?” Referring to the tattoo that
adorns my foot, my goal weight loss reached all those years ago. When asked I
always say the same thing, “I carry her with me wherever I go.” Again, NOT, to
write the whole story but to be part of every chapter.


