My journey hasn't been easy, straight, or even fantastically easy to summarize.
About two years ago, I was probably over 300 pounds (the highest I ever saw on the scale was 282, and even that was terrifying) and it motivated me to find a doctor that would actually listen when I told them my weight loss plan and concerns over why it wasn't working. With a heavily calorie controlled diet (1200 a day, carefully logged) and extensive exercise, I was baffled by the fact that I was still basically a weeble.
Turns out I had an autoimmune disease. Treated that, had WLS. Then had my spouse walk out on me (12 days after the surgery!) and basically got to start life over from scratch.
And now, I'm about to see numbers starting with a 1 for the first time in over a decade. Probably this weekend, maybe next week. I'm down from a size 22 to a size 14 (and I actually own some 12s, too!), I can run for miles and actually have at all the hiking and kayaking I love to do.
But for me the biggest victory has nothing to do with the dress size or the fact that I'm starting to feel like myself. It's with my own perspective to what I eat and how I live. Last week, I had a hell of a bad week and the doctor wanted me to stay in and rest. But by Sunday, I was restless. So I went and treated myself to some milk tea (with bubbles! For shame, I know. Happy, happy shame.) and walked around an outlet mall for forty-five minutes.
And you know what? I didn't feel guilty afterwards. I didn't sit there and think, "My god, I've wrecked my entire diet!" or even what a terrible person I was for defying the doctor to go for a little walk and get some fresh air. If that isn't a victory, I don't know what is. Just wanted to share, because it's very easy to get caught up in all the negativity in life sometimes.
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