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Life Happens

When we travel we take a grain of sand from each of those roads we explore.  

Tuck them in our pocket, remember where we have been, and choose to not live there.   

Feel free to email me -  sandy@sandyland.net                              

  I married my first husband in November 1977

                                  I had been primed by Mother to choose an abuser. It was a bad marriage. 


  The one joy that came of this ill-fated marriage was high weight of 260. I loved motherhood and lavished us with treats, never quite losing that cruelty I was raised in, it was the same dark place, with a different door. I had to save myself I had my son April 1980, at a "baby weight". November 1985, I realized this marriage was a comfortable carry over of the and my son I had to make the hard choice to get out and make it on my own. I had to try to find a way to believe I was a good person; it is not ok to break Sandy. 


 We were alone for a while, Paul and me. I got counseling for the abuse and I got my feet under me. My Grandfather and my Uncle Scott by our side. I had to find enough caring for myself that I could find a life free of abuse by any other person. However, I was still abusing myself with food. 


 A few years later I found Love, a good love, a kind love on December 30th, 1989, I met, Michael Hall. It was so right April 1, 1990, we married Michael Hall! I was down to 240 pounds for that moment. Michael embraced Paul and became the father I had always hoped to give my son. April 1999, Michael adopted our son, it was official, he was Paul’s Father. 


  We had raised our son together, with kindness and laughter, getting him off to college in 2000. I was happy to see my son strong and brilliant and taking flight in his life. I was a tad sad though, I missed the days of him at home. I smiled and ate my way through those emotions. 


Michael and I were together 12 years; it was a good life. 



During the marriage my weight fluctuated, I still struggled. 

                                                                        At one point I did drop to 185 for a few months. 


 August 2001 our world turned upside down when Michael was diagnosed with a 

GBM brain tumor. Michael died January 4, 2002.  I was shocked and devastated. I acted strong and to the 

world picked myself up and moved forward, I ate those tears like I was trained to do, not bothering anyone 

with my grief. Paul went back to college and I started dating  as I had promised Michael I would. Michaels 

story can be found at:  




March 2005, I married a kind man named Bill. Bill was a New York Italian and large 

women symbolized love, warmth and family to him. Where some men bring flowers Bill would 

come bearing cupcakes as a show of his adoration. I was loved but getting larger every month. 

  In the beginning we rode motorcycles together. We had wonderful 

adventures up and down the state. I was learning a whole new way of 

living. I even got my own patch in a motorcycle club. It was fun. 


By May 15, 2013 I had hit 335 on my scale, was a new low or should I say high. That number sent me reeling low self-esteem, self-loathing, and depression were engulfing my every breath, suffocating me. Thoughts of death filled my heart as the only way out of the body I ate my way into. Everyday life had become a complex labyrinth of maneuvering myself. I struggled with every aspect of living. Moving 300+ is exhausting and my energy was zapped quickly. My legs Ached and felt heavy to lift. My feet hurt from the weight they carried. 

My souls screamed out I embarrass myself with what I have become. 

 All this sadness and self-suffering brings me to the night of May 15th, 2013 in the shower. See I always pray in the shower. I was in tears again, begging, pleading with God to help me.... I prayed till I was exhausted but there in the shower there was no booming answer, no burning bush just my pleas to God on a silent tiled wall echoing back to me. I gave up, rinsed off the sweet smell of soap and shampoo, stepped out of my confessional to dry off and get into my jammies heading off to bed and hopefully rest.

My darling husband was a snuggled down in the covers with our doggies, the dim flicker of a tv show glowing blue through our bedroom. I climbed in shifted about and started mindlessly staring at the tv, honestly, I do not even recall the show that was on, just canned laughter. Then came a Medifast commercial, I perked up as I had never seen an ad for this program. I listened and wondered hmm? Then fell back into the show and the commercial passed out of my mind. Not ten minutes later there it was again... Ok I get it, I need to check this out, in the morning, I am on it! Sitting down at the computer in the morning the warm steam wafting past my face I popped on to face book to see how my family and friends were doing, and there in the right corner, an ad for, you guessed it Medifast! WOW! Do you get it now Sandy? Yeah... yeah... I will in a minute. Then off to Yahoo to read the news and there on the left, a little Medifast symbol! Ok that is enough, I went right to the Medifast site, looked how to get on the program and place an order. I could not ignore the signs; I was being shown the way. Within an hour I was in chat where I talked with a nice lady who asked if I had a “coach” I said no, I did not even know about that aspect of the program. She said oh yes, it is a great help and offered me the number of hers and said give her a call. I did and that is when I met my TSFL coach and told her my story... She had a kind understanding way about her and was so easy to talk to. She reassured me I would succeed. Then with a slight giggle she said, isn’t it ironic, you prayed and here you are... and my name is Faith. 


With the support and guidance of Faith I lost 60 by December pounds I was rocking the program. 


Smooth sailing you say? Well think again.  Life happens when you least expect it.


In December of 2013 Bill got sick, a cold we thought. Bill was stubborn and said he did not need a doctor; we insisted and were given a diagnosis of Bronchitis.


January 10, 2014, our son came over and insisted that he take Bill to the doctor again, as he was not getting better. Bill complained but went with him. Three days later we got a diagnosis that sent us to a new realm of despair. 

 Bill had terminal liver cancer.

The world crashed in on me, how could I not have seen this? He had lost weight with me over the past few months, but I was cooking good, we were eating less junk.... He was also tired, but we chalked that up to he was 64 years old and commuted 3 hours a day... It had all made sense, but not the way we thought. I tended him for the next 4 weeks as his body and mind shut down. It was not an easy time; he was in extreme pain and the disease changed him. People were too overwhelmed to help as much as I needed. I was left alone to watch my beloved Bill die. I felt devastated and abandoned. My only friend and council was food. I quickly gained back all 60 pounds. 




Bill passed February 14, 2014He and I were alone when he took flight. My soul died. He and I were alone when he took flight. My soul died.My son and daughter in law came over to help while the mortuary took Bills lifeless body from our home... I smiled and said I was ok, I sent them to their home, as the next morning the moving vans were coming 

to move them an hour away. My son had landed an extremely great job, and as his Mother I had to give him the wings to fly, I needed to be strong for him. 


In the days that followed I got out of bed, I smiled for the world and turned to food for comfort. 

I did have a couple friends come around; They were grieving the loss of Bill in their own way. 


Then in March my dog died, could it get worse? 


   Ever watch the water spin down a drain? Watch it churn and rush in a dizzying spiral. Frothy bubbles dancing on top indifferent to the madding rush. Look on in horror as it picks up all the small particles unlucky enough to be in its path. It spins them helplessly into the unknown. You know in your heart that small dark clumpy pipe is clawing and scratching at the particles as they spin their way to an even more gruesome fate. I was beginning to feel my life slip into such a wild frenzy, Just as those small particles in the sink. I felt like I was spinning into the unknown. Everyone still grasping and pulling me in different directions. All around me someone needed a piece of me, unaware of the confusion in my eyes. Where does a spin like this begin? I ask myself that question over and over again in my mind, only to have it echo side to side like a ping pong ball in a garbage can. I was over life, I wanted it to end, my spiral into binge eating depression began. 

  I smiled for the world and kept getting up each morning. 
       Yes this is what severe depression looks like. March, April, and May my weight climbed I was back to 335 
       and I was revisiting the misery I swore I would never go back to. This time though, it was deliberate.
                  I did not love life enough to continue living it.  I gave up on me, on life on everything. 


                                    Then my friend gave me this great piece of wisdom 

               “All you have to do is just keep living, until you feel like living again.” 


In May 2015 I decided I did not want to die. I wanted to live again.   My son and daughter in law 

took me to lunch and told me, Bill did not want you to be alone, it is not good for you. But dare I risk love again?

 I knew I did not want to be alone. I liked having a partner. I could risk it.