Yesterday my husband told me that Facebook Memories had come up with a photo from some years ago when I was near my heaviest weight and he finally saw what I meant whenever I would talk about how much heavier I was back then. My Heaviest Known Weight was around 280 lbs - although I suspect that it may even have been higher during periods of my life I refused to go near a scale or full length mirror. It is the weight I was when I had my gallbladder taken out, a month after I got married.
Even though my husband knew me at that weight, and said "I do" to me when I was so heavy, he only saw the same woman he had started dating. When we first got together I weighed around 210 lbs. I had ballooned up to 280+ during our year-long engagement.
While most women are striving to look their best for their upcoming weddings, I was struggling with rapid and sudden weight gain from PCOS flaring up, as well as some pretty crippling depression and a very high stress job (I eventually had a bit of a break down and quit that job a few months after the wedding).
On the day of our wedding, that man still saw the smaller woman he had started dating. In his eyes, I was always beautiful, no matter how heavy I had gotten.
My body settled in around 250 lbs after getting treatment for PCOS - I had been on Metformin (a blood sugar control medication which is off-label indicated for PCOS) for four months and my menstrual cycle had finally returned after over a year of absence.
I was not exercising, and "watching what I eat" was really just "avoiding foods that will make me poop myself". It was a miserable four months recovery time, because anything with saturated fat irritated my digestive system because of the gallbladder removal, and anything with sugar gave me the trots because of interaction with Metformin. I stayed within sprinting distance of a toilet at all times for that season, and being 280 lbs you can bet I couldn't sprint far.
When my cycle returned I took myself off the Metformin. I stayed fairly steady in the 235-250 range for most of our marriage, I went through starts and stops with exercise and eating plans.
I have finally gotten serious about weight loss. Last year I got a new job that I love, my husband and I both signed up for gym memberships (he's fairly overweight also), and I've watched the metrics in my weight loss apps trend slowly downward. Over the past 9 months my weight has gone from 235 lbs (the first weight I logged into the calorie counting app I currently use) to weighing 217 lbs today.
So that's down 63 lbs from my heaviest, and although I'm only down 18 lbs for this year so far (I've had some setbacks, and PCOS may be contributing to how frustratingly difficult it is for me to lose weight), the fact is that slowly but surely the weight IS coming off.
If you made it this far, thank you for bearing with me and my wall of text.
TL;DR - Husband saw an old photo and has finally seen what I see, and told me how impressed he is with the amount of weight I had lost. He never saw it at the time, only in comparison long after it was gone.
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