by Brenda Lee Chew

Created on: June 06, 2009

Have you ever felt something so strongly that you just cannot sit back and be quite? The truth for me is that I can personally tell you that this is one topic that I cannot sit quietly on the sidelines. I have to say this: I am not a sales person for tea or soda, what I am is an individual who is still alive and walking once again.

Al l my life I have battled the issue of being overweight. My mother had me in every weight loss program around. She did her best to help me lose the extra weight that I had. She tried everything she could to help me find a fun way to eat right. She was a mother who really cared and took the time to do her best at helping me with whatever way she could.

Due to the fact that I had gained weight early in life she was doing her best to help me fight this battle without making me aware that she was focusing upon the weight issue. As a five year old that weighted almost a hundred pounds, my mother sat out to help me learn and earn as some would say. She took the time to make my lunch meat into shapes that would form shapes. She would send a picture and I had to chew what was in my mouth until I made the next shape. She used colors, carrots as hair or a nose, berries as eyes; meat was triangles that formed the body shape as the pieces fit the places of her puzzle. She was a wonderful mother who made my meals fun. I could get my pick of my meal by how much I played outside or inside. I made my choice and my meal was selected. I chewed my food to earn the next part of the meal. She made it so fun, my mother was called by some of my friend's mothers to learn her idea. Other children would bring shapes from home to match my mom's puzzle pictures.

Even though my mother helped me learn my shapes and colors, what a balanced meal was and to count, my weight still climbed. I just could not seem to get it under control. When I got older, my mother paid the money for the YMCA swim classes and dance, along with many others. However, I climbed in weight higher and higher. My mother took me to the doctor and had me checked many times. Everything came back alright. It just did not seem right.

My step sister that lived with my dad would eat and eat and eat. She was so tiny it made my weight hurt me more. My mom did all she could and then I started to watch her. I decided to stop dieting and not to worry about my weight and eat. So I ate and ate and ate, but I lived. It was the very first time in my life that my weight leveled off.

Then one day

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