On an all about me note - 31 months after surgery

I write this today, October 27th. 31 months after having gastric bypass surgery. I went from a size 28-30 to my current size 2-4. I am the smallest I have ever been in my entire life. At my smallest I always thought I'd wind up at a size 10. I have far surpassed my own expectations, which is partly a good thing and partly to my own chagrin.

When I look in the mirror now, I do not identify with the old me. I never see myself as the formerly obese Brandee. It's weird though because I see alot of my relatives in myself. Imagine looking in the mirror and seeing a clear picture of an aunt staring back at you. It's like my face and body are not my own, but belong to someone else. But I am happy in the skin I'm in, even though I am still a work in progress.

My eating habits are strange now. On some days I can eat a full meal, on other days all I can muster is a few bites before I'm full. The best way that I eat is to have several small meals a day. But even that is sometimes hard to do because I am rarely ever truly hungry. As far as my relationship with food goes, I can honestly say I simply view it as fuel to keep my body running properly.

Alot of people ask me if I have the problem of excess skin. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have that problem, but to me it's not that bad. My body was far from perfect when I was big, and even at my smallest, it is far from perfect now. I'm hoping that cosmetic surgery is something I can one day afford to do. I'd love to be able to wear a bikini!


NTAGABTF (The Definition)

As some of you may know or maybe by now you have guessed, the NTAGABTF chick is me, Brandee Cartwright aka B.da Oso StarChild. Today marks the 17th month in commemoration of my surgery. This time 18 months ago, I was 309 lbs and creeping into a clothing size of 28-30. Thankfully though, I’m at the opposite end of the weight loss spectrum; completely happy with where I am.

In closing, I’ll leave you with my own little survey:

Three things I miss about being obese:
Nothing…at…all

Three things I love about my weight loss:
1) I feel normal, complete and confident.
2) My shoe size went from a size 11 to a size 9 ½.
3) I can now walk in stilettos.
4) I can wear a size 4.
5) People who haven’t seen me in a while not knowing who I am.

Quirks I still have from when I was obese:
I’m still acting new to bending over. When I was obese it felt like punishment. I used to spray oil sheen on my legs instead of lotion them just so I didn’t have to bend over. Now I’m not sure why I still sometimes do this.

D*mn it feels good to:
Shop ANYWHERE! Although I do kinda miss Ashley Stewart; that place is the bomb!

Secret Confession:
I used to hate it when my skinny friends asked my opinion on their outfit. I hated it even more when they wanted me to go shopping with them. I didn’t WANT to dress a skinny b*tch...I wanted to BE A skinny b*tch! Alot of times when they wanted me to go to the store with them, I told them I was busy. Quietly, I wasn't. Unless being depressed and jealous is a real activity. Then in that case, yes, I was VERY busy!

And finally...the question that will close my time here out:

What does NTAGABTF mean?

The acronym is a reminder to me that food is simply physical fuel to keep my body going. Being healthy is an activity in wholeness, where the spiritual, mental, and physical are all in alignment. And it may sound silly, but little reminders such as NTAGABTF help keep me on the right track so that I won’t have to revisit the previous phase of my life.

So what does NTAGABTF mean? Simply…

Nothing Tastes as good as Being Thin Feels






Dropping the Pounds and Reclaiming My Self Worth









It’s been 1 month since the surgery and I’ve lost 42 pounds already. (GEEKED) I’m getting around pretty well and recovering at a steady pace. I realize however that all of my healing is not physical. Emotionally I have had to come to grips with some things. In particular, I’ve had to deal with what I call the “Tyrone” situation. ”Tyrone” (not his real name) is a guy I met over the Internet and convinced myself to fall for. I never should have looked his way. He never should have caught my attention. He is the mistake that managed to linger for 9 long, drawn out, drama filled, lie-infested months. And all because he loved "big women". Travel with me for a minute. Take a glimpse into my world. Let me give you an example of how being overweight had totally shredded my self-esteem. Let’s say a guy I was interested in wouldn't give me the time of day. In my mind it was automatically because I was big. On the flip side though, if a guy I was interested in DID give me the time of day, I didn't know how to act because I kept wondering, "Why does he want me?"

I found myself doing one of two things when I managed to snag a guy. I either gave too much, too soon, in the hopes I could keep him around and convince him of how awesome of a chick I was, you know, despite my size. Or I'd be totally disinterested and angry with him, wondering why he was "sweating me" when I was so ugly and fat. I had never had a guy approach me strictly because he loved big women. So in my warped, self-esteemless world, “Tyrone” was actually a breath of fresh air. He was nice to look at, and he wanted me for me. All 309 pounds of me was beautiful to him. And the needy, lonely, sad, depressed side of me clung to this with reckless abandon. Despite him lying to me, cheating on me, bringing other girls to my house when I wasn’t there, arguing with me, being selfish, talking to other girls on my phone, instant messaging other girls from my computer, cussing me out and a whole bunch of other stuff I care not to think about at the moment, I stayed with him. I really thought I loved him. All because he loved me as I was (translation: he loved me big).

The irrational and worthless part of me placed him on a pedestal for loving me in spite of my size. But the rational part of me, with it's quiet voice, kept reminding me that the very thing he loved about me, was the very thing I hated. What he looked at lovingly, I looked at with utter contempt. How could I "love" someone who "loved" the WORST part of me? I really tried to subscribe to the "he loves me the way I am" line of thought. And if I was satisfied with myself then this supposed unconditional love would have been a blessing. But in this case, it was a curse. While I didn't want to be with someone who was going to constantly be on me to lose weight, I also was not satisfied being with someone who celebrated the unhealthy parts of me. These are just a few of the emotions that accompanied my ginormous weight gain. Emotions that I dealt with every second of every day. And in all honesty, I'd say that me having gastric bypass surgery was 85% about my mental health and 15% about my physical health. I went to the operating table with borderline high cholesterol as my only health issue, that's it. Not heart attacks, diabetes, sleep apnea, joint aches or other serious ailments that morbid obesity can contribute to. I always joke that I'm big, but healthy. But I also knew that I was gaining on average 10 pounds a year and I didn't want to continue on that pattern. Something had to be done to stop the madness. For me, it took surgery to break the cycle. All of that to say, after not speaking to “Tyrone” since before the surgery, he sent me an e-mail out of the blue last night that contained only three simple words: "I miss you."

And after I took a slow sip of my Crystal Light Lemonade (one of the only beverages I can drink now), I sent him a reply that contained only two simple words: “F*ck you”. I realize that it's not only weight I'm losing, but bullsh*t and drama, too.
A change is a-comin'....

Naw, bump that, change is HERE! Be peace and pray for me.

 -NTAGABTF