Regrets?
I have been big most of my life. I come from a family of people with addictive disorders. Perhaps there is a genetic defect. I don't know if there is an addictive gene, or a poor eating gene. At the end of the day, whether there is or not, it needas to be dealt with right? It could be entirely nurture too. Doesn't matter, it still needs to be dealt with if you want to get past it.
I played with drugs and alcohol as a teenager and into my very early 20's. I basically dropped those when I discovered that my girlfriend (now wife), was pregnant, and did the right thing. I grew up and applied myself to work etc, stayed away from drugs, very little drinking (still), but cigarettes and food...
My wife also came from a dysfunctional family. Alcoholism and abuse runs rampant through her bloodline. Together we have made a life, and a good one in most respects too. We are still very much in love, 22 + years of relationship later. We raised 2 daughters who have both become intelligent, responsible adults who treat people with respect and have a good work ethic etc.
We are all overweight though. My kids did not grow up with the demons that our families had. There are no drug addicted divorced parents, absentee dads or abusive alcoholic parents storming through their lives. What they did have was two loving parents, who did not set good examples with food and activity. My wife and I are both overweight. I am active (now) and trying to deal with it through diet and exercise (and willpower). It's a long road. My wife is going thursday for bariatric surgery. I wish that she could have seen a way to join me in my quest, but I understand why she is doing it too. She has a family history of diabetes, high blood pressure, cholesterol, etc. I will be there for her every step of the way. A piece of me is sorry that this is the choice though.
My one regret is that we didn't figure out this stuff a long time ago. I hinted in a post in another thread that I have things focusing me that are not entirely for the right reason, this is it. I do not want to do the surgery myself. I want to prove that I can do this by pushing myself to be honest about what I do. Sometimes I wish it was easier though. I'm realizing slowly that this is never going to end. even if I hit goal, I will need to watch it like a hawk or fall back on my old ways. There will never be a moments rest from battling the bulge. I will need to stay active, I will need to keep watching what I eat... forever. I think I'm okay with that, but sometimes... I just get tired of it.