I have to say that one of the most awesome surprises I have encountered since venturing into blogging, is the amazing people I have met along the way. I have always wanted this blog to be not just about me, but more of an outlet for sharing experiences, knowledge and yes, even opposing viewpoints. But try as I may, there ends up being a lot about me, my journey and my travels contained in the pages of FMOTR…. me, me, me. But opening up about my journey has been the icebreaker that has allowed folks to share their own experiences with me (and others). I am amazed at how many people have stories so much like mine. Which is why I am both excited and humbled that Bridget would allow me to share her story. -Fatman
My weight has always been an issue for me. As a child, I used food to calm my nerves and give me the good feels I didn’t get in my home. I was a larger child and teenager living in the shadow of my fashion model-thin mother who never let me forget I didn’t fit her idea of acceptable.
I endured two weight loss surgeries, one which very nearly cost me my life. I had a lap band that eroded my stomach causing sepsis. I was in the hospital eight days. A few months later, I was having yet another weight loss surgery. I wasn’t compliant and only lost the money I spent having it…no weight.
On February 28, 2017, my life changed completely when grandson Tom flushed a broken toilet flooding his family’s home necessitating that the family move in with me for a few days.
I came home from school and started my usual routine of watching television until time to make dinner, making dinner, and then watching television until bedtime. However, when my daughter Hilary saw that I was home by 3:30, she asked if this was the time I normally arrived home. I answered that it was. She asked what I planned to do. I told her I planned to watch television. She shook her head slowly and told me to put on my walking shoes that we were going for a walk.
I did. We did. I thought I might die about halfway through the walk. However, I didn’t die. And the next day? It was MY idea to walk! They eventually moved home and I kept walking. I’d already made some changes to my diet, but I took it even further. Then in April, I joined the gym, hired Ruston as my personal trainer, and began Zumba classes with Dena and Amy. I continued to walk. In October I participated in the Race for the Cure with Hilary. It was my first 5K. I went on to participate in four more.
Today, I am 100 pounds lighter. I am in better shape physically, spiritually, and emotionally than I’ve ever been. I will become a certified Zumba instructor on March 17th, 2018.
My life has completely changed. I learned a great deal about human nature in general. I’ve learned that I am a strong, motivated woman who embraces challenges and changes.
I look forward to what the next year brings! There are more changes coming! I can’t wait! ♥️
Helluva story, eh? Another example of how a small epiphany, a small change… “just one spark”, can become a life-changing event.
Where will you find your spark?