futuremodel

<p>I want to keep this short</p>
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<p>Up into the age of 10 years old I was super thin to the point people thought my parents starved me. Slowly I began to gain weight and it felt like overnight I became fat as hell. My second year in college (19 years old) I decided to do something about my weight. I worked out at least a month before I found the nerves to stand on the scale that was located in my schools gym; it would display your weight in large digits on the wall for all to see. When 360 pounds appeared on the scale I nearly wanted to faint. I told myself then that if I took one more bite that I would die. How in the H.E.L.L. did I get that big. So slowllllyyyyyyyy I began to loose my weight and it seemed that every October I would become so motivated about loosing weight and the thrill would last until May of the next year and I would become bored and find some reason to stop working out. Well in between May- October I would put back on 20-30 pounds of what I had lost and the cycle would begin all over. So when I was 22 years old I met my husband and I was 315 pounds. I told him I've been trying to lose weight and he gave me the motivation to do it; he was a HUGE help since he had ran professionally in the past. &nbsp;So right before I turned 23 I was happily past the BIG 300s and I told myself I would NEVER NEVER NEVER see 300s again. At this time my scale was sitting around 285 and to my surprise I found out that I was pregnant and and wanted to die. Within my pregnancy I bloomed up to 340 pounds. The only this that was good about this was that I wasn't at my highest weight I ever been. After having the baby my weight went to 320 and like I said before I was determined to get out of the 300s. I worked out and my weight would usually fluctuate -/+ 5 pounds but I was able to get down to 280 and my weight stayed around there. Well four months ago I moved to Europe and I enjoyed smelling all of the fresh breads here and I was a little home sick so I began to grub. I was sure that when I stepped on the scale a month ago I would have seen 300s again but to my surprise I lost 3 pounds. Well I decided that living in Europe and being a larger woman wasn't going to work and with all the illnesses my family members had acquired I was determined that I needed a little more help. So on Nov 8, 2011 at 277 pounds I had the lap band procedure in Belgium with no complications and 3 weeks later I'm 260 pounds. To address my screen name futuremodel I would consider myself to be a beautiful woman and others would say so as well and I've been told by many modeling agencies that I would be the perfect model if I loose weight. So before I turn 30 (5 years from now) I would like to see if I could model for a company and if it doesn't happen oh well I have Medicine to fall back on.&nbsp;</p>
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<p>Funny Thought</p>
<p>My husband told me the other day that I never gave a serious effort on loosing weight (I was thinking in my head I almost lost 100 pounds on my own) because others have never been able to guess my weight because I carry it well, I'm a beautiful woman whose never had a problem with finding suitable men to date. I thought this had to be true because I've never been a miserable fat person but I always knew I could improve myself. So now I wonder what should I say to those that want encouragement to lose weight when they believe they are physically beautiful.&nbsp;</p>