I Killed My Father's Killer

By Katelyn Sonnier

Join Big Sexy as she takes you on a journey through her past and present to help you make the health and weight loss changes you've been wanting to make. Get ready to jump in, learning

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katelyn Sonnier
• Release date: Jun 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781735169613

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Dedication

To my dad, who lost his life at the age of 41. For those short nine years you raised me, you taught me so much. You showed me how to live life without a care in the world. When I think of the holidays, I think of you stopping at a stop sign or railroad crossing only to turn the music up loud and zydeco dance outside of your truck in the middle of the road. That is what I call care-free living! I love to think back to your laugh that lit up a room at all of the parties you would attend, carrying a crown on the rocks alcoholic beverage in your hand. How does a sound light up a room? Only the resonating, contagious laugh you had could do that. And I can never forget the amazing smile that went with your happiness. It shined like no other.

Dad, you showed me how to enjoy the finer things in life and it all started with your large, black, dually Ford F-150 truck that you rode around in style. When we would go shopping and I couldn’t decide which sweatshirt I wanted or what new pair of shoes would be my fresh school year kicks, you’d always say, Just get both. Talk about finer living and never settling when it comes to getting what you want. I am sure that is why my love language is gifts, because, Dad, you spoiled me rotten and I wouldn’t have had my childhood any other way. It turned me into the hard worker that I am today. I watched you raise an amazing family and anything we wanted or needed, you provided through your strong work ethic and what I like to call boss mentality.

While riding with you in your truck, I remember thinking as a child that I would have a personal driver when I got older. Whether you knew it or not, you always kept me dreaming BIG and thinking I could conquer the world if I set my mind to it. Most importantly, you showed me how to love unconditionally, as you did Mom, and how to give your last dollar to someone who needed it. I recall the many favors you would help your employees with. If they had family matters to take care of and they couldn’t show up to work, you kindly gave them the day off. If they had vehicle issues, you picked them up without even asking them why. Even though you were technically their boss, you treated your employees as your friends. I have always admired that about you. I hope to be as amazing of a boss and friend as you were and give back, just as you did. I aspire to be a great parent, just as you were to me and my sisters, because you were such a family-oriented man who showed his love to us everyday, regardless of how busy you were. You loved mom by showering her with casino and dinner dates. You loved her even more through loving Natalyn and me. You have been and always will be the perfect example of love to me.

To my amazing fiancé (at the time I started writing this book), now husband, DePaul. Thank you for always believing in me, even when I didn’t have an ounce of belief in myself. With every crazy, ambitious, and new business idea I would mention to you, you’d never discourage me or call me crazy (at least not to my face).☺ You kept our dream and our vision alive even when I didn’t think it was possible. When the electricity was getting shut off and the eviction notices were coming in just as frequently as the bills, you saw the light at the end of the tunnel. You kept hope alive through it all because you believed that we were going to make it. Thank you for pushing me to always be the best version of myself, even when others thought you were trying to control me. You saw the potential I had in me when those I loved most didn’t. I wouldn’t be the woman, wife, and mother that I am today if it wasn’t for you.

Thank you for being adamant about pursuing me, and our dreams, for pushing both of us to be better versions of ourselves daily. Whenever I have my physically lazy days, or I forget to do something in my business, you hold me accountable to get my goals done while still giving me the perfect amount of grace and love. Much appreciation to you, DePaul, for being the amazing, Godly man I love you for. With all of the insane decisions we make, from big city moves to crazy personal changes in our lifestyle, I know we are protected because of your Godly counsel and walk with Christ.

Most importantly, I thank The Man Himself, God! If it was not for Him, we wouldn’t be where we are today and where we are headed tomorrow. He is the reason for our motivation, our inspiration and our daily sanctification! Our gifts are His and I pray we use them to glorify Him. When I wanted to put the pen down and stop writing, He was the one who whispered that I needed to keep going because someone needed to hear my story. Just as a coach and friend of mine, Michelle O’Conner, once mentioned in a story to me that someone is in heaven and died a little too early because I didn’t use my gifts.

Table of contents

Dedication

Table of contents

Introduction

You Are What You Eat

Chapter 1

Happy Halloween

Chapter 2

I’m Bringing Sexy Back

Chapter 3

Go BIG or Go Home

Chapter 4

P

Chapter 5

Environment Is Everything

Chapter 6

H-A-B-I-T How About Bettering It Today

Chapter 7

Sucker

Chapter 8

WHY Him

Chapter 9

K-I-S-S

Bonus Chapter

Exclusive Details on My Vegan Journey and How It All Began

More Books from This Author

About the Author

Daily Affirmations Guideline Copies

Introduction

You Are What You Eat



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You may have heard the saying before, You are what you eat. I agree with this saying 100% and I will elaborate more on this throughout this book, explaining how I was a busted can of biscuits (shout-out to my highschool friend, Jessica, for that saying) and transformed into what I like to call a healthier, sexier looking croissant, who could actually fit in her jeans without love handles hanging off the sides.

Turning into what you eat is something I did not know growing up. I had to go through deep depression, obesity, and many other low-blows in life for me to realize that what we put into our bodies eventually becomes who we are. I wish someone would have told me when I was younger that when you put good foods into your body, you get great results. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Verses when you feed your body unhealthy foods, you become well...unhealthy!

Growing up, the only thing that mattered to me when I ate was how good the food tasted. I never ordered anything off of the menu because it would make me feel better after I ate it. No. I ordered my food thinking short-term. What is going to taste good in the next few minutes after the kitchen finishes cooking it? I would ask myself. Hmm. Am I in the mood for some fried pork chops and red beans, or do I want to keep it simple with a BLT? I know that most of us order our meals based off of those same standards: What are we in the mood for? That is exactly how I thought too.

My relationship with food was bad, (I mean bad, bad) and it showed on the inside and out. My love for unhealthy food showed physically in how I looked, emotionally in how I felt, and how I treated those around me.

I would wake up and live to eat. You know, when all you can look forward to is that amazing meal you’ve got planned, so you don’t eat anything all morning until that most anticipated meal is ready, and then you overindulge in it. Especially on the holidays! That is when I would keep eating, even when I was full. We've all been there, done that. You know, that moment when your stomach is so full it almost hurts, but you stare at all the entrees you haven't even tried yet and your self-control is shattered. And oh wait, they have dessert?! Well, you just have to try that delicious-looking piece of red velvet cake that practically sings your name. Who knows when your next opportunity to try it will be; it may not be until the next holiday season. That was my mindset anyway. I would stuff my face and stomach, even though I could barely take another bite. At this point, I would only be eating because I wanted that taste. All I was looking forward to was that sweet and savory flavor hitting my taste buds in the back of my throat. Those factors shouldn’t have mattered to me as much as they did in those moments.

The truth is, who cares when you’ll get to have a slice of red velvet cake or your aunt’s famous German chocolate cake. I am sure you’ll be presented with many more delicious desserts several other times throughout life. When those treats are presented to us, we need to ask ourselves, Are we in control of what we are eating or just living for the moment? What we need to keep in mind is that we are supposed to eat to live! You know, eating good foods to help my body grow strong bones and muscles, not fat!

Now that I am in my 20s, I try not to judge my food solely on taste as I did all the time growing up. I determine what I eat by how it will make me feel after I eat it. I’ve come to this conclusion after much trial and error, and I am still a work in progress. Why? Because I am human and sometimes what tastes better at that moment seems like a better decision than the spinach salad. And that is what this book is going to show you; my journey from my lowest of lows as the fat girl without a daddy, to the thriving, vibrant woman I see myself as today and what areas of life this affects.

Determining my food based on how it will make me feel as a human, isn’t something that came naturally or easy to me, especially since I was born and raised in the South and we love to eat what we call soul food. In Southern Louisiana, when it comes to food, all we care about is:

Is it fried?

Is it smothered in sauce or does it have a good gravy?

Is it seasoned well with some hot sauce, Tony Chachere’s seasoning, or maybe even some Season All?

Not once does the question come to mind: How will this make me feel and how will I look after I eat this?

That is why, when I was growing up, you could probably roll me around anywhere you needed to take me. I was an obese child, looking like a chubby-cheeked rolly polly. Since I was a young child, I was short with a protruding belly like several kids who suffer from childhood obesity. The only problem with mine was that I did not grow out of it like many of my peers did as we were going from elementary school to junior high. All of my other friends started to lose their baby fat the older they got, yet I was still chunky! I was getting more and more baby fat because of my unhealthy daily habits.

As I was getting heavier, I didn’t think to realize that maybe it was because of the pack of oreos I was eating when I got off the school bus. And I didn’t know it was the compound effect of eating mine and my friend’s bread rolls for lunch, even though she didn’t want hers anyway. As my stomach started to push the buttons on my shirts further and further out, straining them to the limit, my self esteem sunk lower and lower. That wasn’t motivation for me to change my eating habits at all. It only made me want to continue eating and sleeping even more; I couldn’t