A Better Me: Health

This is going to cover a lot, food issues, working out, weight loss surgery…so if none that interests you, I completely understand. Please keep your comments considerate, we’re all fighting different battles.

For as long as I can remember, I was the bigger girl. Always. But yall, I was raised loved and never lacked in confidence. Sure I didn’t love myself the way I should, but I was happy as me. Some people struggle with body issues and I feel so bad for these people. In my opinion, no matter what someone’s weight, height, looks, they should love themselves. Confidence can make such a difference.

I’ve always been on a diet, always obsessed about food, I was either thinking about what all I could eat, or I was obsessively weighing and measuring everything to eat a certain amount.

After my father passed, our lives crumbled. I was on a downward spiral and was drowning my sorrows. I got up to 297 pounds. My mom and I decided to look into weight loss surgery. The whole thing is a blur to me now, but we did go forward with the lap band procedure.


I recovered and when it was time for me to go back for my first restriction adjustment, one of our full time employee’s was out for a month. So for over a month, I put my progression on hold. I did finally go get my first restriction, in fact I may of had 2 or 3 but then 7 months after my procedure, I found out I was pregnant. Twenty weeks pregnant. That’s a whole other story for another time.

So all weight loss came to a stop, I had lost 30 by this point. But right then, my focus was on my baby. I delivered a happy healthy baby. I got back on the weight loss journey shortly after.

It’s been 5 years and I’m happy and proud to say I’m down to right around 205. I am a completely different person. What I am not proud to admit is I never truly changed. With most weight loss surgeries, there are restrictions and rules for your future. I never listened and never changed. I lost the weight but I lost it the hard way, the wrong way.

December of 2012, I started having intestinal issues. I called doctors, I tried different medications. Finally in December of 2013, I went gluten free. That was a HUGE life altering change. With it, I decided I needed to finally do the hard work, I needed to finally address my food issues, I needed to find a food and exercise plan that worked for me. I never got 100% back to normal though. I finally decided to schedule an appointment with a GI doctor. I remember going in thinking, it had to be a gluten allergy, but the doctor looked me in the face and said gluten alone would not be causing all my symptoms.  We scheduled a colonoscopy and endoscopy.

When the day came, and once I was asleep, they found that the pouch created by my lap band, still contained food and liquid, after not eating or drinking anything in 36 hours and 12 hours respectively. I was woke up and sent over for an emergency upper GI. It was during this scan that they found my lap band had slipped. What this caused is a pouch above the lap band, a pouch where my stomach acids were not reaching, a place where food was laying and rotting, a place where food could come up and I could aspirate at any second. For over a year, I thought I’d been having acid reflux, but to find out that all these times, I could of aspirated and been gone. Something clicked. The lap band was completely loosened. It still is. I don’t know what will happen with it in the future. But for right now, I need to focus on fixing me, getting to the hard work of being a food addict, finding a way of life that I am happy and can live with, eating healthy, without obsessing, find a exercise plan that works and that I enjoy.


I know this subject will continue long after these 31 days as this will be a life time struggle, so for now I will leave this alone, I am working, I am trying.

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A Better Me: Speaking Kindness


For a long time, I’ve known that I wasn’t the nicest person. In fact, there have been times I was rather proud of this fact. I knew I was a capital B. But I also knew that I could be a good person, I could be selfless, I could be a kind loving person. Unfortunately, I found it was easy to speak unkind words, it was easy to make fun of someone, it was easy to make a joke at another’s expense. It was easy to be hateful.

What isn’t easy is to be a kind, loving, forgiving person…to everyone, no matter what!

I’ve thought about this a lot, I’ve wondered how many people I have hurt or upset with my words. I’ve thought about if I’d like everyone to see and hear first hand all the rude things I said. I wasn’t proud of that part of me. Why was it easier for me to be unkind? Was it because that’s how I felt about myself? Was I so unhappy with myself that I was projecting those feelings onto others? That’s a hard pill to swallow.

Many many times in life, when I’ve been faced with completely hurtful disgraceful situations, I have said, “they’ll have to answer for everything one day.” Well I guess I overlooked some of the things I’ll have to answer for too. Overall, I am a good person, and I told myself that I could answer for everything, but could I really?

A few weeks ago I told myself that before I spoke an unkind word, I needed to stop myself and think of something kind to say first. And I’m going to be honest with yall, it hasn’t been easy. A lot of my unkind words came from places that I was forced to face. I was judging people. I was being hateful.

I know I am not alone in this, but I will only speak for myself. When I was faced with hurtful situations, situations where my feelings were hurt, when others said or did things that hurt me, I retaliated. I found fault in them, I let my tongue throw daggers. I was doing exactly as they had done to me.

When I was faced with people and situations that were different than myself or how I would do things, instead of coming from a place of understanding and acceptance, I judged, I found fault, and I spoke those hurtful words.

But I know that deep down inside, I want to be a bigger and better person.

I am not the most religious person, but have a deep sense of right and wrong, what God would want me to be and do, and what I know He would not want. I know I was not acting in a way that God would want and I knew that if I had to answer for all these words, I would have a hard time explaining why. I had to change.

I think it takes great strength to overlook our natural reactions, but I was going to try and I still am today. To be the bigger and better person I wanted to be, I had to find good in everything. I had to only speak if it was kind and sincere.


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