The picture above will be replaced in time with a before pic of me.. Gaaawd!... But till then.. thats Bobbette with me :o).. My eldest daughter..Oh yeah... and I have to say this.. and I do it with so much pride... Bobbette has gone from 111 kilos down to 89.5 How fantastic is that? :o)
Right... back to business... How I got to this point...
Its not easy when I think back to the reasons why I allowed the over indulgience of food to control my life.
Until the death of my father, I was an average sized kid.. Dad was killed in Perth back in '76'.. So young he was.. Only 36 years of age.. I was only 9..
Shortly after Dad was killed I had a mysterious illness that caused me to be bedridden for two weeks. The doctors didnt know what it was..
I reckon it was a broken heart. When I became well I started eating and eating. After that there was no turning back. At ten years of age.. I was a size 16. Thats how much weigh I put on.. From a size 10 to a size 16 in a space of a year.
The next major thing that happened in my life was going to boarding school.. I hated it.. Not because the girls were nasty about my weight problem.. Some were quite nice actually.. It wasnt even the teachers or school in general... The thing I hated most of all was being away from home and the security that my brothers and my mum gave me.
To get rid of the home sickness I felt, I ate and ate at school.
I couldnt wait to finish.. I left and went back home at mid term during year 11 and finished school in my home town..
It was great to be back but something different had happened there too..
Mum met a guy... I was soooo angry.. I made her life a living hell thinking that she had stopped loving dad.. I was so selfish.. Dad had been gone for 8 years and I wouldnt allow her to have male friends..
Again, because of the stress. I ate and ate and ate.. I was 17 years old and a size 22.. I would never get on scales.. I was too embarrassed.
To give mum a break and give her the kind of life she deserved I moved on to another town..
There I met my darling Bobby..
He didnt judge me.. he didnt look at me as if I was a hideous obese being that didnt deserve to be loved.. Actually.. I found him to be such a beautiful person that I secretly fell in love with him.. It was months
before I revealed to him what my feelings were...
Anyway... Bobby made me feel comfortable, loved and whole.
Needless to say.. We got together and have been together ever since.. We've had a fair few down times but many many good ones too.
He didnt care that I was over-weight.. He loved me.
We've been together for 17 years now and still his love and support is strong.
We had four beautiful daughters and a handsome son... Their ages are.. (Bobbette 15, Venus 14, Carmen 13, Slade 12 and Krystal 11)
We moved over to Australia in '99'... I lost a little weight over the course of 3 years but as soon as I finished work at the beginning of this year(due to family problems and stress), I gained it all back..
It was August of this year (2002) that I decided to take the plunge and go on a weight loss programme.
Lookng in the mirror was a big no no for me.. I didnt care what I looked like coz to me, I was hideous anyway.
I couldnt walk anywhere.. I was always out of breath.
I wouldnt even walk to the mailbox, I was that hopeless.
I was a size 26 and a staggering 129.3 kilos.. I almost fainted when I went to my first weigh in..
The members made me feel welcome and our team leader was fantastic but I felt so HUGE and hopeless being the biggest one there..
I'm doing something about it now though.. I am working towards a better lifestyle.. I want to be able to look at myself in the mirror and like what I see. I want my babies to be proud that I have faced my most ultimate challenge.. Getting rid of this unwanted FAT... And I will do it.
Sooo.. A comfort zone is what brought me to where I was on August the 8th 2002..
Bobby has been so supportive through it all.. He says I dont have to lose the weight but because I want to.. he's behind me every step of the way.. So are my babies..
Bobby has asked me to be his wife so many times that I've lost count.. I always said no making up one excuse after another.. If the truth be known.. It was because I didnt want to walk down the isle in a wedding drees that would probably be able to fit two women. I didnt want to put Bobby through the humiliation of having an obese ugly bride.
Anyway.. Bobby asked me again last month.. this time I have said yes. The wedding will take place on the 13th of September of next year.. Why the 13th of September?.. Well.. Since my Dad cant be there in body, I decided I would have it on his birthday. He will be with me in spirit.
Mum will be over and I've asked her boyfriend to be here as well. A long story can be told about mums boyfriend and how I detested him because I felt he stole the love of my mother but thats all water under the bridge now... Mum is happy so who am I to stand in her way.. I am so happy for her.
Sooo... I wanted to lose weight because I was so hideously obese but now I have an extra incentive.. My wedding day... As the plans progress I will be starting a new page especially for my special day..
Something awesomely wonderful is going to make my day even more special too.. Over the past few months while being on this programme I have become close friends with kiwi jo.. another ww member. I've asked her to be here when I get married and she has said she wouldnt miss it for the world. She will be my witness. I'm so ecstatic about it all you'll never know..
This weight loss programme is doing so many wonderous things for my self esteem. I have never been so happy knowing that I can finally bid my old self a fond but very happy goodbye as I work my way to introducing the new and inproved me to a world I have hidden myself from for far to long...
So... Cheers to me for taking the first step and a BIG cheers to Weight watchers for making it possible for me to get off my fat ass and DO it!..
I look forward to the day when I am no longer...
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