Where I started

3 Years ago, I was a svelte 150 lbs, sitting around in a skinny size 9/10. Now I admit this is not supermodel skinny, but it was great for me, I was 42, had a good job, worked out and was happy with my life.
Then life hit, My husband had a heart attack when a doctor's nurse brought him out of anathesia, from his surgery related to TMJ. I, of course, worked 60-80+ hours a week. I ended up with bilateral epicondilitis. I went to a physical therapist, and a doctor, and the insurance company changed my doctor and my therapists, the doctor changed my requirements to an occupational therapist, the clinic screwed up and sent me into a room with a therapist who taped a little electrode to my elbow. He said it would hurt a little, then it started to sting,then burn then really, really hurt, so I told him it hurt. He said it would hurt a little, but not to worry, it would stop. I said it really hurt. He told me to relax and it would stop hurting, turned out the light and walked out of the room. God did it hurt. I kept waiting, waiting, and then waiting and crying.
He came in 20 minutes later and my arm was on fire, with sharp pains running through it. And it got worse and worse, like someone had opened my veins and poured a lighter fluid into my veins, lit it and then started stabbing me over and over. By the time I got home, I couldn't stand the wind on my arm. The air in the sunny afternoon made my arm hurt worse. There were no answers, for months I laid in bed and waited, went to doctors, therapists, and took pills, this one and that one, a blend of this and a blend of that, and the pain went on and on. Finally someone told me what was causing the pain. I had steriods, a second opinion who made me cry, wrote all over my arm, then told me it was all in my head. I saw a doctor who stuck a needle in my neck in a what is called a stellate ganglion nerve block, and the pain in my arm was so bad I had one without any kind of anethesia. Anything to relieve the pain.
And in the mean time, the pounds stacked on, and stacked on. The steroids helped add a few more pounds. I stopped working out cause it hurt, I stopped walking my dog, and then i started staying in the house, cause it hurt to go outside, my weight hit 200, 210, and I got depressed, Now I am at 243 and I am miserable. Can't breathe, can't walk far, and I am so tired all the time, now pnemonia and it has hung on for months. So I begin - this is my journey.. My pain and my life, and as for answers Today nothing still... On the 24th I am having a temporary spinal cord stimulator inserted into my neck, in hopes the pain will stop. And even if it doesn't I am will be one heading into the skinny zone..