delicateorchid

Thank you all so much for your kindness and words of inspiration. I have had a rough couple of months and have not been online as a result. My partner and I hit a rough patch but he is still standing by me. I think I was being too tough on myself and as a result, Paul was in the firing line. All is well between us again thankfully and now it's time to buckle down and try and get my life back on track. I sent my application to a website that offers completely free advice regardless of who I end up chosing to book with. They seem very customer care focused which so far I like. I also like the fact that the surgeon is regarded as one of the top leading experts worldwide. This is my body and my health and I want to be absolutely sure that I will be in the safest hands possible.

Hi ... I am unsure if this message will be read or acknowledged but I thought I would give it a go. I'm Angela, 27 years old . I'm engaged to my college sweetheart, Paul. We've known each other for 8 years now and he has been my rock throughout the years. We studied sport and exercise and I had hoped to progress to become a fitness instructor. I loved working out, always made me feel good afterwards. I loved the gym, swimming, hurling and dancing (I know some people debate about wither dance is a sport or not but it burns calories). I grew up without a dad. He left when I was a baby. My mother had a hard time and I didnt make things easy for her as a child. She was my best friend. At the weekends she used to do fun an interesting things with me like make a tent out of a bed sheet and chairs and we would cuddle with hot chocolate and marshmallows and read stories. She was a great mother. She died during my third year of studies and I hit rock bottom. I gave up on the idea of being a fully qualified fitness instructor and running my own gym(s) and I took over my mother's business, a little florist shop. I began binge eating and I started off thinking that because of my body's metabolism, I wouldn't gain weight. I was very wrong to assume I would never gain a pound. I did not notice the weight gain until my clothes shrunk. At first I blamed the tumble dryer. This upset me and what did I do? Only retreat back to the cookie jar again. I no longer felt full after a mcdonalds children happy meal. Now I am able to eat an extra large big mac meal and a regular cheese burger meal together. My BMI has shot up to 45.8 and I am far from the thin girl I used to be. It amazes me sometimes how Paul is still standing by me. He has tried to get me up and exercising again but I've asthma now and I find it hard to do any form of exercising. Ive tried a few diets but they don't work long term. My last option is weight loss surgery. I have only joined this forum and will have a look into the different topics available. Thanks for reading.