A Fatter Martha Would Have Died

I was running all over the stage during rehearsal one day and after we came home, I told my family, “A fatter Martha would have died doing all that I did today.” LOL

So. You may not believe that I was 513 lbs. I have proof.

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This was 2010.

My daughter had just turned 7 and we were in her first drama at our old church. One of her first acting experiences.

We’re in a show together now, too. Grapes of Wrath. I’m so proud of her. She’s still adorable!

I look at this picture and I can’t believe how big I was. My husband stayed with me through thick and thin. Mostly thick. He loved me. Told me how beautiful I was. Desired me. Even at 513.

He is my hero. The love of my life. I will never forget his loyalty. Most men would have crumbled. Ran away. Divorced me.

I want to honor you all my days, Guy. You deserve so much. You stuck by my side through illness, super morbid obesity, disease, cancer, PTSD, everything. We may have wavered a few times, but we’re still standing. I’m so lucky to have you by my side.

I never thought happy-ever-after was possible. Turns out, my first serious boyfriend would be my everlasting lover, husband, best friend, champion, hero, advocate, care giver. You’re a dream. A beautiful foggy dream of hope, love and laughter. Thank you for holding my hand through the worst years of my life and loving me back to health. I don’t deserve you or such happiness. I’m so thankful for you.

I am 257.0 right now! Progress. 🙂

2 thoughts on “A Fatter Martha Would Have Died

  1. You are TOO kind to sing my praises and so graciously overlook the many, MANY times I’ve fallen short of being a good husband. Temper tantrums, carelessness, thoughtlessness, selfishness… a whole MESS of -ness-es! But what you’re too modest to mention here is that no man could EVER hope for a more loyal, devoted, caring wife and mother than you. ♥

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