My Real Life

[JR Stratton 0]

At eight years old I was a normal little girl who just wanted to play with my friends. However, I was already gaining more weight than the other kids my age. As I grew older my mom began teaching me good eating habits and exercise plans, but I always found ways to cheat to get the food I wanted. That is when my fight with my weight began.

In High School I became desperate and started doing hard drugs to lose weight. They would work while I was on them, but as soon as I would try to quit I would gain more than I had lost. Everyone around me was thin: my older sister, sisters-in-law, my mom, and all my friends. I envied them and wanted to look like them, so I ended up avoiding them. I tried everything to lose weight, but I would always end up cheating myself and going back to binging, which would make me even more depressed. When I got depressed, I would eat. When things went wrong, I would eat. In the meantime, I was gaining and gaining. So I started punishing myself for being so weak by cutting myself. I have permanent scars on my body as a harsh reminder of what I went through.

In an attempt to help, my parents sent me to a wilderness program. For 42 days I ate healthy, stayed clean from drugs and didn’t feel the need to punish myself. We also hiked every day. It was good for me, and when I returned home, I weighed 121 pounds.

In dealing with going back to school, the real world, and the same old temptations, I started eating a lot again. I was beginning to gain weight at a faster pace than ever, and within four months, I weighed 186 pounds. Kids at school started calling me horrible names like “Jenny Craig” or “piggy.” I would overhear my friends talking about how much weight I had gained, and it hurt. I started getting depressed about myself more every day I quit doing my hair or caring about my looks. I stopped hanging out with anyone. I hated life and everything in it. I refused to leave my house, and, towards the end, even my room. When I left my room, I would keep a blanket wrapped around me. I would constantly eat more and more because I was depressed and unhappy. I lost all self-respect. I became distant from my family. My mom tried everything she could to help me but all it would do is make me more angry at her.

And so my life continued until my mom told me about the gastric banding procedure. She explained it would be a great tool to help me to lose my excess weight, but I would have to have surgery. She explained how a band would be placed around my stomach that would help me control what I could eat. I learned about the tube that leads to a port where they would adjust the tightness of the band. She explained all the facts but left the final decision up to me. After about two weeks and a lot of research on the surgery, I was willingly on my way to surgery. I was scared and unsure of how this would affect my life, but I knew it couldn’t be any worse than what it had been.

My parents helped me work through details with my surgeon. Eventually, I was prepared for and underwent my surgery, which consisted of only five small incisions on my stomach. I remember waking up gagging because my body was not accustomed to what had been placed inside of me, and that was about the extent of my discomfort.

After returning home, I was struggling with not knowing what to eat, how to eat, or any other details regarding my future life with the band. I also needed someone closer to my home to perform my adjustments. Realizing the void, my mom began research toward a system designed to help me and other banded patients like myself all over the nation with local aftercare. She and a group of concerned surgeons developed a Company called Fill Centers USA which offers banded patients local aftercare.

Over the next couple of months I was taught to eat smaller portions. I slowly learned what I could and could not eat. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be, but with the help of my provider, I was losing weight and keeping it off, and that was good enough for me. My life was starting to change. I was getting complements on how I looked. I started taking pride in how I looked for the first time in a long time.

My weight currently hovers between 130 and 140. It has been over four years since I got the band; it is not been a miracle cure for all of my problems in life, and no one should expect it to be. I have had my ups and downs. It has taken a lot of education and good support but I did it. I am happy and I now have a great life. I enjoy a wonderful job and have regained my self-respect. At five feet six inches I am average weight. In looking back, I believe I have been given a second chance at life because my parents cared enough to intervene and do what was the best thing for me.

To sum it up: The band was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Because of it, even the hard times are not as difficult to get through. I have good health again, I have found how to be happy again, I’m close to my family again, but best of all I have learned to love myself. I was headed for self-destruction, and the band allowed me to change that.

I still have to eat healthy and try not to cheat the band—and there are still those days I think I weigh too much and could lose more—but I’m learning to be happy with the way I look. I had wonderful family support and couldn’t have done it without Fill Centers. I love my band and how it has helped me get my life back. I don’t cry myself to sleep every night anymore—I can now think about other things and enjoy life.

A message for parents of overweight teens from Dusti and her mother:

Please don’t ignore warning signs. Your child doesn’t have to be obese for weight to make life a living hell. Chances are they will not talk about it with you because they are embarrassed and disgusted with themselves. They are cruel to you because they are angry at themselves. Rest assured they are suffering verbal abuse and other indignities at school and other social places because of their weight that they may not share with you. They will do anything it takes to lose that weight. All the wrong things are available to them at a very young age, and they are extremely vulnerable in their desperate state of mind. They will have access to everything from prescription drugs to the hardest of street drugs. Don’t fool yourself into thinking, “My child would never do that;” it is tempting to the best of kids when they are confused and desperate. They have no fear of what the fabricated methods of weight loss might do to their bodies or minds. They will discover much too easily the drugs will make the hurt go away if only for a short, dangerous period of time.

Please don’t wait too long and let your child get to the point that Dusti had reached. First of all, you have to face the fact “My child needs help, NOW!” Don’t be afraid to step up and do what it takes to give your child hope.

--Dusti’s Mom

From a person that has been to the very bottom and was offered the help it took that saved my life: Don’t put it off, take action, if your child (or young adult) is overweight, then rest assured, he or she is suffering more than you might imagine.

--Dusti

[chrisssssy 0]

WOW your story is very moving and so raw and so easy to relate to! Thank you for sharing! Continue on the sucessful path of life, and have no regrets.....you deserve the best life can offer! : )

[ThinSIstaSoon 2]

Thanks for sharing this with all of us! Good luck to u!

[Rachael 4]

Your story is so inspiring. I started finding comfort in food at a very young age. I am an adult child of an alcoholic and have had many difficult days learning that eating for comfort has taken a such a toll on my quality of life. The band is the best thing I have ever did for myself.

Thanks for posting!!

[carymom 4]

At eight years old I was a normal little girl who just wanted to play with my friends. However, I was already gaining more weight than the other kids my age. As I grew older my mom began teaching me good eating habits and exercise plans, but I always found ways to cheat to get the food I wanted. That is when my fight with my weight began.

In High School I became desperate and started doing hard drugs to lose weight. They would work while I was on them, but as soon as I would try to quit I would gain more than I had lost. Everyone around me was thin: my older sister, sisters-in-law, my mom, and all my friends. I envied them and wanted to look like them, so I ended up avoiding them. I tried everything to lose weight, but I would always end up cheating myself and going back to binging, which would make me even more depressed. When I got depressed, I would eat. When things went wrong, I would eat. In the meantime, I was gaining and gaining. So I started punishing myself for being so weak by cutting myself. I have permanent scars on my body as a harsh reminder of what I went through.

In an attempt to help, my parents sent me to a wilderness program. For 42 days I ate healthy, stayed clean from drugs and didn't feel the need to punish myself. We also hiked every day. It was good for me, and when I returned home, I weighed 121 pounds.

In dealing with going back to school, the real world, and the same old temptations, I started eating a lot again. I was beginning to gain weight at a faster pace than ever, and within four months, I weighed 186 pounds. Kids at school started calling me horrible names like "Jenny Craig" or "piggy." I would overhear my friends talking about how much weight I had gained, and it hurt. I started getting depressed about myself more every day I quit doing my hair or caring about my looks. I stopped hanging out with anyone. I hated life and everything in it. I refused to leave my house, and, towards the end, even my room. When I left my room, I would keep a blanket wrapped around me. I would constantly eat more and more because I was depressed and unhappy. I lost all self-respect. I became distant from my family. My mom tried everything she could to help me but all it would do is make me more angry at her.

And so my life continued until my mom told me about the gastric banding procedure. She explained it would be a great tool to help me to lose my excess weight, but I would have to have surgery. She explained how a band would be placed around my stomach that would help me control what I could eat. I learned about the tube that leads to a port where they would adjust the tightness of the band. She explained all the facts but left the final decision up to me. After about two weeks and a lot of research on the surgery, I was willingly on my way to surgery. I was scared and unsure of how this would affect my life, but I knew it couldn't be any worse than what it had been.

My parents helped me work through details with my surgeon. Eventually, I was prepared for and underwent my surgery, which consisted of only five small incisions on my stomach. I remember waking up gagging because my body was not accustomed to what had been placed inside of me, and that was about the extent of my discomfort.

After returning home, I was struggling with not knowing what to eat, how to eat, or any other details regarding my future life with the band. I also needed someone closer to my home to perform my adjustments. Realizing the void, my mom began research toward a system designed to help me and other banded patients like myself all over the nation with local aftercare. She and a group of concerned surgeons developed a Company called Fill Centers USA which offers banded patients local aftercare.

Over the next couple of months I was taught to eat smaller portions. I slowly learned what I could and could not eat. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be, but with the help of my provider, I was losing weight and keeping it off, and that was good enough for me. My life was starting to change. I was getting complements on how I looked. I started taking pride in how I looked for the first time in a long time.

My weight currently hovers between 130 and 140. It has been over four years since I got the band; it is not been a miracle cure for all of my problems in life, and no one should expect it to be. I have had my ups and downs. It has taken a lot of education and good support but I did it. I am happy and I now have a great life. I enjoy a wonderful job and have regained my self-respect. At five feet six inches I am average weight. In looking back, I believe I have been given a second chance at life because my parents cared enough to intervene and do what was the best thing for me.

To sum it up: The band was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Because of it, even the hard times are not as difficult to get through. I have good health again, I have found how to be happy again, I'm close to my family again, but best of all I have learned to love myself. I was headed for self-destruction, and the band allowed me to change that.

I still have to eat healthy and try not to cheat the band—and there are still those days I think I weigh too much and could lose more—but I'm learning to be happy with the way I look. I had wonderful family support and couldn't have done it without Fill Centers. I love my band and how it has helped me get my life back. I don't cry myself to sleep every night anymore—I can now think about other things and enjoy life.

A message for parents of overweight teens from Dusti and her mother:

Please don't ignore warning signs. Your child doesn't have to be obese for weight to make life a living hell. Chances are they will not talk about it with you because they are embarrassed and disgusted with themselves. They are cruel to you because they are angry at themselves. Rest assured they are suffering verbal abuse and other indignities at school and other social places because of their weight that they may not share with you. They will do anything it takes to lose that weight. All the wrong things are available to them at a very young age, and they are extremely vulnerable in their desperate state of mind. They will have access to everything from prescription drugs to the hardest of street drugs. Don't fool yourself into thinking, "My child would never do that;" it is tempting to the best of kids when they are confused and desperate. They have no fear of what the fabricated methods of weight loss might do to their bodies or minds. They will discover much too easily the drugs will make the hurt go away if only for a short, dangerous period of time.

Please don't wait too long and let your child get to the point that Dusti had reached. First of all, you have to face the fact "My child needs help, NOW!" Don't be afraid to step up and do what it takes to give your child hope.

--Dusti's Mom

From a person that has been to the very bottom and was offered the help it took that saved my life: Don't put it off, take action, if your child (or young adult) is overweight, then rest assured, he or she is suffering more than you might imagine.

--Dusti

[carymom 4]

What a wonderful support system you have in your parents. And you, Dusti, acolades to you for having the strength to go through what you have. We all have our stories; thanks for sharing yours.

[down in the dumps 5]

Sitting here in tears at what you went through. There are certain parts of your life that I can relate to. I am not in a great place at the moment, 9 weeks after surgery and getting my first fill in 3 days, 12 lb down and feeling shite!!! You gave put me back on track, your words gave given me motivation and the realisation that I'm not in a positition to be whinging about my life. I thank you xxx

[Cindy C 150]

Very touching story, however; it was not posted by Dusti. It was a commercial for the fill center.

[Leisha249 24]

Very touching story, however; it was not posted by Dusti. It was a commercial for the fill center.

It does sound very professionally written.