Keeping track of the weight loss gets a bit tricky. With my highest weight being at 429.9 pounds, I did lose those 29.9 before surgery, as I weight in at 400.3 two weekends before my surgery. I remember because that weekend I had to do some blood tests before I saw the doctor out of town. I started to eat better, and honestly, the liquid diet probably helped with that as well.
Still with in less than two months after my surgery, I’ve lost forty pounds and that isn’t something to laugh about. So I figure that if I’m losing about twenty pounds a month, and this is the second month of the year, I should lose about sixty more pounds before summer. That would bring me down a total of 110 pounds. That sounds great, and would put me about half way to were I want to be. I would be at 310, and I haven’t seen that since my eldest child was born. That was almost seventeen years ago.
Seventy pounds(69.9 to be exact) is a lot of weight, I told my youngest that I basically lost her in my weight(though she’s only 62 lbs.). I know that I still have a long way to go, and I don’t ever plan on looking back and picking up the bad habits again. Those who’ve joined in wanting to better their health(my friends), and truly my brothers and sisters in arms because this isn’t ever an easy process. This challenge will be with me for the rest of my life, but at least I’m going at life now knowing that food isn’t the solution. That’s a huge step in the right direction for me.
The over all goal of losing 200-220 has always been where I wanted to be. 180-200, I haven’t seen those numbers since I was a freshman in high school. I think that is when I would feel my best. A huge plus is that clothes would be far less expensive than they are now. I feel like I’m constantly paying double for whatever I wear, because there’s so much more material(did you sense that I rolled my eyes? No? Well, I did).
The tools have been provided, and I will succeed. Why? Because I don’t really have any other choice anymore. There was a majority of my life that I felt down about myself, and now that I’m hitting closer to forty-years-old, I’ve realized that I actually love life. I have three children, two that are by birth, one is a niece, that we brought in to give a better life. I want to see them grow up and become successful people.
I’m just gonna keep going on the path that I’ve taken, the doctor wants me to take it easy still for at least another month due to a fact that I got sick after eating pizza toppings one night. I’m trying to be careful because I don’t want to end up hurting myself, especially since I want this to be successful, and I’m aware of what kind of risks can come up because of the surgery.
That’s the thing, everything has a risks/rewards aspect to it. I’ve taken all this time to start to actually invest in myself that I plan to reap the benefits as best I can while mitigating the risks. I guess this is where I can finally say that I feel like I’m starting to make the kinds of adult choices like this about ten years ago. I guess it’s sad to say that I finally feel like an adult with my choices. Does anyone else ever feel that way? Remember to invest in yourself, and nothing worth doing is ever easy.
This is the director and that’s a wrap.