christinemarie
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I don't ever remember being thin, I was bullied at school for being 'a fatty' and having boobs before others (due to my excess weight). As the bullying intensified to the point of my being attacked as a consequence my weight kept rising and rising. I left college and became an air hostess, it was my dream job and I loved it. My second year of the job I was told that I had six weeks to lose 3 stone or I was sacked, which lead to the beginning of my 'yoyo' dieting. After losing, then gaining extra weight over and over I turned into a recluse, I hated my new job in a call centre. My first husband had moved me thirty minutes away from my entire family and all of my friends and he thought that telling me how I 'disgusted him' and called me 'a fat b*tch' all of the time. I won a court case against the airline and got a decent payout from their insurers, I was determined to drag myself out of the rut that I had let myself get into, so to the annoyance of my husband I used most of the money to pay for a gastric band procedure in the Czech Republic 2008. I couldn't believe what I was doing, it was crazy but I paid and had my operation. It was brilliant I started losing weight, exercising and becoming so much healthier. I started to enjoy life again. Then I found out that my husband was cheating on me with my friend. It's funny to say but leaving him and returning home gave me an entire new lease of life, I could go where I wanted, do what I wanted and see my family again. Just being around my family helped and losing the extra weight was amazing. I met my amazing new husband a year later, and we had our beautiful daughter. Sometime after my stomach became very acidic and my band although it hadn't been tightened began restricting food, over time this escalated so that my reflux was horrific and I couldn't even drink water. My GP kept plying me with every med known to man with no alleviation from the pain. And of course when I could only eat quavers and melted chocolate without being in agony and not being able to exercise with my bad back, the weight started plowing back on. Then I started vomiting blood in large quantities so my husband rushed me into a&e to which I was admitted, I had some scans and they wanted to send me home 'it is only stretching and a tear in your oesophageal tract, it's not life threatening' although I missed my daughter I was so dehydrated and unwell that I refused to leave, I explained that I knew it was the band and I would not leave until I saw a bariatric specialist. I saw the specialist and he was amazing, deflated the band then and there, which gave me a lot more comfort instantly. He explained he would need to remove the band but then then said the magic words 'don't worry though Christine we can do a bypass to stop you from regaining your weight!' I could have kissed him, I didn't have to chose between living in agony with the band and being at a healthy weight so that I can run around with my little girl. So now I am band free, it went in November and I am four days away from my gastric bypass I am finally feeling so much more positive about life in the long run, my little girl isn't going to be bullied for having a fat mum and she is going to learn how to prepare and eat healthy meals, with the right portion sizes and learn to enjoy exercise and live a happy and healthy life. I genuinely feel that my surgery is going to not only help me and my health but my family and our entire lifestyle. I know it's going to be hard and this isn't a free pass, but I have such an amazing husband, daughter and family support network that I am ready for the hard road ahead to give us all a better chance at life.
Wishing you all the very best sweetness...... can i just say well done hunni your first hubby didn't deserve you ............nor did that flipping airline lol 
