I like food,no scratch that. I LOVE FOOD. Im IN LOVE WITH FOOD. It has never let me down or stood me up. Food has loved me for who I am. However it has smothered me with it's sweet,salty, warm, golden goodness.

So when I was banded on June 23rd,2008. I decided that FOOD and i had to take a break...you go your way FOOD and I will go my way. I told FOOD that I had to find out who I was on my own terms.

So here I am 9 months later, and 51-60 lbs lighter pending on...

Grr.. GRRRR! Ok... i had to get that out! My father a Mexican Archie Bunker.. Is a unpleasant man. In looking back to my childhood to now... I realized.. He is part of the reason why I ate so much. He is a mean,negative,self centered, vain man. And guess what...thats his bag of problems and not mine!

He constantly picks on me,berates me,puts me down.. (imagine your nickname being "heavy" for 32 yrs?..yea not fun)

I was banded on June 23rd..I am down...