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My mother

I will always say that I am grateful for the experience of participating in Extreme Weight Loss.  Jason and I had the opportunity to work and become friends with Chris and Heidi Powell—and they are amazing people.  We both met other fantastic people through the cast and members of production—some of which we are good friends with today.  For every negative and frustrating moment, there are many more positive ones.

But production, is production.  They have a limited amount of time to tell a story that captures the audience and hits home with them.  They also choose which story they want to share.  Jason and I were the first couple ever chosen on Extreme Weight Loss and that is the route they went, focusing on us as a couple.  It wasn’t the wrong way to do it—it was just ONE way to do it.

But that’s not the story I wanted to tell.

I wanted to talk about my mother.

I thought about never sharing this information, but it really isn’t secret.  Anyone close to me knows this information.  It got me to thinking that anyone who watched and enjoyed (or didn’t enjoy) just saw me in a certain light.  I had no problems other than being overweight (or so it appeared).

There is so much more.

Part of my reason for doing the show was yes, obviously, to lose weight.  But it is amazing to inspire other people.  The more and more I thought about it, so many people do not know my real story.

I spoke on that stage on our final reveal day for about ten minutes about my mother. About the kind of mother I wanted to be because of her.  How much I loved her and how much my children meant to me.  A culmination of all the moments I had already shared on camera about my mother.  Moments that I hoped would make it to air time, but never did.  With the exception of the people in the audience that day, no one heard a word about my mother.  But I wanted everyone to know.

So I am going to share.  I feel that I went through some very unique experiences and came out on the other side a better person.  A better mother.  A better wife.  A better friend.

If even one person can take away hope from hearing about my story, then that is okay by me.

An oldie, taken in 1970 something, of my mother.

An oldie, taken in 1970 something, of my mother.

Comments

  1. Vera Holmes says:

    Thank you for sharing, where is the sorry of your mom…I wanted to keep reading.

  2. When you lose your mom, no matter what age, I don’t think you ever quit missing her. I lot my mom suddenly 24 years ago (I was 39), and there’s still not a day that goes by that I don’t think about her and wish she was here with me, to share my life, to be my support, to love me. The pain isn’t as intense as it was back then. I remember wondering if my grief would ever cease to be so intense. It was a gradual easing of pain. Now I think of her with joy and love, but I still miss her. Sometimes you just need your mom…..

    • I agree Pam. I have known others that have lost their mothers too and I hate that I am in the club with anyone. I never say it gets easy, because it doesn’t. But you are right. Most days I can think of her and now smile but when she first passed the pain was near unbearable and very intense. Then sometimes I would feel guilty because I was in my twenties when I lost her and so many people do not have that much time. It certainly takes a toll. I am sorry for the loss of your mother too.

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