This is my story…PT 1

I’ve been receiving a lot of questions regarding my “testimony” I mentioned in my previous blog post…so I thought I’d do a post around “My Story” to fill everyone in…it’s kinda long so I’ll do it in bits…

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A lil background…

 

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…committed suicide months before my birth…Mom raised myself and my 5 older brothers by herself (yes 5 older brothers) – twas a hard knock life for me LOL!

Early childhood was pretty normal and then at 8 I started gaining weight – it was only well into adulthood that I discovered the reason behind the weight gain… (#METOO).

Since then I gained weight at a steady pace and by high school I was hiding behind baggy tees and jeans ( it was easy to be a tomboy with 5 older brothers). Low self esteem, no confidence, insecure, constantly on diets – I despised the reflection in the mirror!  I started dating my now-husband when I was 17 which was another difficult thing to comprehend – I mean he’s a snack…what did he want with a fat girl like me?!?

Fast forward to 2005…

A year after giving birth to my daughter I’d heard about an affordable weight-loss operation being offered by a doctor in Pretoria – it sounded like a saving grace (and that’s probably what it was but in a totally different way).

I felt like it was my only way out! Being skinny or what was deemed an “acceptable” size was 1 of my dreams…right up there with all my other life goals – that probably sounds shallow to people who can’t relate but…DON’T JUDGE IF YOU’VE NEVER BEEN THERE! Society sucks!!!

I had the op…which worked like this…

A human intestine is roughly 7m long, so the average person would digest meals in 4hrs…mine was bypassed to a mere 30cm so food literally just ran straight through my system…LITERALLY!!!!

From the get-go I experienced various complications ie. Gallstones, acid reflux etc… but the doctor assured me that things would be ok…my weight-loss would eventually stabilize and then stop when I was at the ideal weight for my height.

Within 12 months I had lost an astounding 50kgs – MAMA I MADE IT!!!!! For the 1st time I felt “normal”, “accepted” and I was eager to start living (I was 23 at the time).

January 2007

3 months after our wedding…we were on holiday but something didn’t feel right…I was tired all the time and had muscle pain and then I woke up 1 morning paralyzed! I couldn’t get out of bed, I couldn’t lift my arms or move my legs…that was the scariest moment of my life…I broke down because my husband had to bath me, dress me and comb my hair (AND HIS PONYTAIL WAS THE WORST – MY GOODNESS).

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I was taken straight to ICU with severely depleted EVERYTHING – electrolytes, vitamins, minerals (all stuff I didn’t even know we needed…but ok). Basically my organs were failing and I was dying…WHAAAAAAT – weren’t we on vacay like a minute ago?!?!?!

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But yes…I was in ICU, my organs were failing, all my muscles were in spasms which caused them to contract so I was curled up like someone that had just had a stroke, I couldn’t speak because my tongue (being a muscle too) was twisted and the doctors advised my family to come and say their goodbyes. Doctors didn’t think they could save me!

To be continued…

PS Please excuse the quality of some of the pics…it’s the only ones I have…being so accustomed to hiding from cameras!

PSS Joy comes in the morning…

Thanks for allowing me to share Part 1 with you…I’ll post the next one in a few days!

Much Love xxx

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you know what today is? 


(Singing in my Tony Toni Tone voice) – It’s our anniversary!!!!


Yep! 9 years ago I said I do to my BEST friend and 9 years later, I still do!

My husband and I started dating 2 days after my 17th birthday (his 19th birthday).

I knew from the moment we first met that he was very different to other guys. Apart from his charming good looks, ( wink) he had this “thing”about him, still has today. It’s this, I-don’t-care-what-people-think-about-me attitude and honestly, it’s what attracted me to him.

At 17 (and many years later) I was the complete opposite of this (what I thought), rebellious 19yr old boy. He lived in the moment, did what made him happy and never apologized for it. It was intriguing to say the least.

Today, after almost 16yrs as an item and 9 yrs of marriage, we’ve both changed and grown in many ways but he still has that “thing” about him. Although, not in a selfish, single guy kind of way, no, he still lives in the moment, only now, he lives to make his family happy – and still doesn’t apologize for it!

I would like to honour you today Brandon (this post is for you babe), beside the obvious; our 3 beautiful kids, the provision, the protection, the affection that you often have to fight for (sorry), you have loved me literally from thick to thin and back to thick again. Your love was constant, undeterred by the number on the scale.


You took care of me when I was as good as dead and you were right there when depression reared its ugly head (rhyming skills ha ha).

You are never afraid to let me & the rest of the  world know how much I mean to you. You love our children (and tease the heck out of them) unconditionally. You’ve taught me how to make my voice heard and how to say no when I need to. But most of all, I want to thank you for the laughs. You really do make me LOL and that’s my favorite thing.

Here’s to 91 more anniversaries with you babe ❤️

I love you more and more everyday (except yesterday, yesterday you were really annoying LOL). 

Is that a mush I see?