December 17, 2015 was an exciting yet nerve racking day for this Hefty Little Mother. It was a step forward to a healthier lifestyle for me. It took me countless diet, exercises, and even starvation to realize that my eating problem was bigger then me. It took five years to be in the state of mind and consider surgery as my tool to finally loose the weight and keep it off. I have a boy and a girl, that I love to death, they are my everything. They were watching their mother get bigger and bigger, and inside it was breaking my soul apart. If I continue this road, how much am I going to weigh?
I grew to become 340 lbs that highest I've ever been. The lowest I've been after diet and exercise has been 200 and then I stop and go back. I love, love food and the portions I was eating weren't fit for one person. I was eating for three people.
On March 12, 2015, I was struck by a car crossing the street. I was going home to fetch my Bose system to be able to work out at my work place gym. Music and working out for me is a plus. I was excited, This time I was really ready for it. This accident put me into the worst funks ever. I had damage on left knee (the good knee, I called it). My right knee was always the problem, I found a way to over look it and train myself to healing it with exercise. What a funk, I just ate, ate and ate some more, it was soothing for me. That burger with bacon, cheese, and fries was life for me. Like I said, I wasn't seeing the bigger picture.
My knees where totally giving up on me, this time I felt my whopping 340 lbs, that I was gently putting on. My back was a mess, my sleeping patterns were becoming less functional. My soaring was getting louder for the fatigue I would feel after huge meals. No energy level what so ever.
I believe in higher being. I pray to God, Jesus Christ and La Virgin de Guadalupe. They have been my streetlight through this wicked world. I've always embraced who God made me to be and why he chose me to be in this body and earth. Your soul is what drives you to your divine nature.
I've always been a fat girl, since I can tell in the mirror or what people around me would call me. You know Maria "The Fat One." Even my family had that nickname La Gorda. Yes, I know i'm fat, yet why do you have to remind me. Are you not happy with yourselves? No Fat person likes to be called names, people do it anyways.
I look deeper into a persons's being and understand them for who they are. We are all of a master plan to keep this world in a total evolution. With that thought, I start on a new journey with different views.
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