Kindergarten and fun hair

My girls have officially started kindergarten! Both loved it when I went to pick them up. Their favorite part? “Everything!”

I’ve gone through with my idea of dying my hair fun colors again. The process, if you’re interested, is as follows:

First you bleach your hair. I had the bleach on for 50 minutes. Ideally you’d actually want it whiter than this for a super bright color after dying. Then I separated out the sections in a pinwheel fashion. This is harder than it seems when you’re doing it by yourself. The back of the head is a pain in the butt to get even sections.

Then you just go through each section and dye it. Wear gloves, wipe your gloves off in-between colors so they don’t get muddled. I also had a dye application brush for at the roots. This process took over an hour to apply the dye since I was doing it by myself, again because of the back of the head. Regardless of what my daughters think, I don’t have eyes in the back of my head. Life in general would be easier if I did though, especially this. All in all the whole process took from 930am to 230pm. A few days later I actually redyed it all again. The back wasn’t as bright as I would have liked it since it wasn’t on as long as the front of my head. Adding those 3 hours, it took me a total of 8 hours to do it all. I love it though! I missed having happy hair 🙂 You can’t help but smile looking at it.


My Road of Fat

I wasn’t always fat. At one point I was down right adorably normal. This post will chronicle my road of fat from adorable chubby baby cheeks to not so adorable love handles.

6 months old here. My parents were always of the clean plate club mindset. My mother also had an aversion to all things green due to being forced to eat veggies her entire childhood, so she didn’t even bring them into the house. I didn’t have my first taste of spinach till high school, even then it was on a pizza.

2 years old and already a bookworm.

5 years old

9 years old

12 years old. And then puberty happened. First the boobs. I was the only girl in my 6th grade class that I knew of that had to wear an actual proper bra, or risk knocking myself out in PE.

15 years old. Tried my first strapless bra. Boy was that fun.

Fast forward to 23 years old, graduated with my bachelor’s in nursing.

25 years old. Wedding to the love of my life. I have the distinct memory of being sad because I was the heaviest I had ever been. I never thought I’d let myself get to that point. Little did I know it would keep going.


27 years old. 8 months pregnant with twins. Due to losing weight at the beginning due to morning sickness I was actually the same weight as at my wedding. I actually felt skinny here.

The girls were 6 months old here, at their naming ceremony. I had thought “oh I’m breastfeeding twins! It doesn’t matter what I eat, I’ll lose it burning those calories!”. That combined with some probable undiagnosed post partem depression and I ballooned. I felt absolutely disgusting here and on display for all our family and friends.

The girls are 18 months here. I’m 29. Took a beach vacation with some friends. I didn’t even pack a swim suit.

31 years old. The girls are almost 5. I don’t actually have a picture at my heaviest but this would be the closest. My heaviest was in July 2016 at 268lbs. Here I’m 262 lbs. It was in July that I started researching weight loss surgery when I realized how close I was to my father’s weight.

Dad and me at his Christmas party. I’m so glad he’s going to be doing this with me as well. His surgery is going to be on the same day as mine too!

My most recent picture. I’m 254 lbs here. My husband threw me a surprise birthday party for my 32nd birthday nearly 3 months after my actual birthday, on his birthday! I came home with the girls after their gymnastics lessen to a house full of our family and friends, some I hadn’t seen in years. Needless to say I was just a tad surprised 🙂

So that’s my road of fat. There’s many factors that led me to being the size that I am now. I’m working on those that I can change and acknowledging those that I can’t. It definitely didn’t take me overnight to get here and it won’t take overnight to get me to where I’d like to be. I know this. It’s going to take time, but hopefully, thanks to the surgery, I’ll have plenty of time to work on it. My father too.

My first Blog post: Introductions!

Hello and welcome to my blog! I’m not really writing this expecting many people to read it but more so to have a journal of my journey to a healthier self, as well as an attempt to keep myself accountable somewhat. Truth in fact I find it a little weird that I’ve decided to write a blog. I’m not really a very out going person unless I really know you, so this is very outside my comfort zone.  So let’s get to the introductions:

My name is Breanne. I am a 32 years old, a mother to 5 year old identical twin girls, wife to a loving husband of 8 years (together for 13), a nurse, a quilter, a geek,  and I am morbidly obese. For too long I have let my weight hinder and affect my life. I have been overweight my entire adult life, having started gaining significantly in high school and skyrocketing after the birth of my daughters.

My entire family is overweight and as my parents are getting older their weight has slowly but surely negatively affected their health. My mother had a major stroke 4 years ago causing an avalanche of health issues and is now in a wheelchair and is a permanent nursing home resident as a result. Before her stroke she dealt with years of major back pain, mini-strokes, and general lack of mobility. My father is an insulin dependent type 2 diabetic,  has end-stage renal disease (meaning he has dialysis at some point in his future) and hypertension, among other things. I’ve diabetes and heart issues on both sides of my family tree on multiple branches.

As my children have grown out of their oblivious, adorable baby phase into walking, talking mini versions of me I’ve come to realize that I don’t want to pass on my bad habits to them, the same bad habits that I learned from my mother and father. I want to be able to play with them and keep up with them. I don’t want them to have to deal with their mother having major health issues that could have likely been avoided if intervention had happened earlier in life.

For all these reasons and more I am having weight loss surgery to assist in my journey towards a healthier me. Specifically I am having a vertical sleeve gastrectomy. My surgery date is April 24th, 2017. I have been working towards this since July of 2016, having made the decision and starting research after I reached an all time high weight and weighing heavier than my father. The same father with all the medical issues related to his weight. That’s what the turning point of my thought process was I think. I realized that I weighed more than him and if I didn’t do something I would eventually end up like him, and I didn’t want to do that to myself, my husband, and especially my girls.

One of the highlights so far in my journey is that my father has decided to join me in this adventure as well. He is with me every step of the way in an attempt to improve his health and prolong his life as much as possible. By loosing weight he’ll improve his diabetes, hypertension, joint pain, fatigue, and take some of the strain off his kidneys to hopefully delay dialysis for several years. As of right now, we’re even having our surgeries on the same day!

So welcome on this adventure my family and I are undertaking!  I say family because it’s not just me that’ll be changing. Hopefully we come out the other side of this journey healthier and happier and leading a more active lifestyle.