Seriously Aunt T
Jul 27, 2017 · 3 min read

How did I get to be over 600lbs?

There are so many layers to me. Not a fat joke. There isn’t just one side of me. I’m not talking like I am bipolar.. but then again, aren’t we all?

What I mean by this is I have done and seen many things in my life. Grown, failed, learned and constantly always strive to be a better person. So I will start with just a small piece of who I am. Or was…

I use to weight over 600lbs. The scale at my doctors office could no longer register how heavy I was. I lived in denial. I never thought I had a problem. It wasn’t until I couldn’t find clothes that fit me anymore to make me realize maybe I needed to change. Or die.

My life revolved around food. I would go to sleep at night thinking about what I was going to eat for breakfast the next day. I would think about food before I went to sleep, when I woke up and every moment in between. Let me recap a daily meal.. This isn’t counting what I would randomly snack on in the break room, or added candy/goodies I had hidden in my desk at work.

Breakfast was always out and usually at Sonic. I would pull up and they knew what I wanted to eat..

  • 3 Grilled cheese sandwiches , 410 calories each (Breakfast)
  • Large Tots 580 calories
  • Route 44 Coke 370 calories (Breakfast)
  • Peanut Butter Granola Bar 200 calories (Snack)
  • Chicken Strip Basket Box from Sonic 1040 calories (Lunch)
  • Route 44 Coke 370 Calories (Lunch)
  • Mozzarella Sticks 440 calories (after work, drive home snack)
  • Route 44 Coke 370 Calories
  • Take out Fajita Meal with flour tortillas 1600 calories (Dinner)
  • Dr. Pepper 2 liter 900 calories (From the time I finished the Route 44 to bed time)

This was my daily intake.. Usually more, like I said I snacked. A lot. So this sample day was 7,100 calories for a daily intake.. That is how I got to be over 600lbs.

My physical activity consisted of waking up, walking to the bathroom, showered, got dressed, drove to work, drove to get breakfast, walked from my car to the door to my office (maybe 50 feet). Out of breathe it would take me a little while to recover. All day I would sit at my desk minus the lunch break I would take to walk to my car (50 feet), drive to get lunch , sit in my car and eat, then drive back to work, walk to my office (50 feet) and sit. So I moved under 500 steps a day. And consumed all those calories.

My body hurt. Everything hurt. My fingers hurt. I would fall asleep driving. Like seriously wake up and I would be driving. I started smoking when I drove just to stay awake. Sometimes that didn’t work. I was luck enough to never hurt someone. But it was a constant fear. I had sleep apnea but was so consumed with anxiety I couldn’t do the sleep study. My period was so heavy that the blood wasn’t normal. It was like half dollar sized clots. TMI I know. I was living on borrowed time. So, what did I do? I blamed myself or doing this to myself so I would eat more. My job was so stressful and had zero support there and that would lead me to making excuses for eating more. I worked in social work at the time and did mostly front line. So I mostly dealt with the homeless population or soon to be homeless.

Long story short, the abuse at work I went thru was rough. I had a few men stalking me. One licked my face and would sit outside my window and watch me. I’d call my boss and she say close the window. He would sit there for hours. Clients would call the police and he would go away long enough for them to leave and then return. I had people threaten my life, my first born child all over us running out of free bus passes. My favorite was a schizophrenic man who was named after a mixed drink was convinced I was his baby mama that had ran away bc he abused her. This was a high stress job to say the least.

I’ll stop here and continue later…

Seriously Aunt T

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