My face was so large, it almost covered up my eyes. I was THAT kind of fat. When I smiled I appeared jolly. Shiloh? Jolly?
So much has changed.
I'm still not jolly. Never will be. Not my nature.
I consider myself delightfully cynical. I'm a strong woman. I think things through to the end and make solid decisions.
And making the decision to have gastric bypass surgery has been the best decision of my life. I really needed it. I needed the malabsorption and portion control the surgery provides to help me lose weight. If your BMI is 35 or over, you may be a candidate as well. I say that only to remind you that you don't have to live how you are, and you can have the surgery too. It wasn't something I ever considered until a friend of mine had the surgery, and I literally thought to myself, "if she can do it, why can't I?" And then what happened? I thought about it for two years.
Everything came together for me last year to prepare for the surgery. Financially. Emotionally. I decided I was ready. Ready for what?
To be one smokin' hot babe!
I can't believe this was me one year ago:
I know how big I had gotten! Don't be sorry for this woman. I know how I got there!
I was very excited this day for a big occasion surrounded by family, and my surgery was just around the corner. I purposefully put if off so I could attend this event and eat and drink how I pleased.
Anyways...so it's been a year.
A whole year figuring out how to fuel my body and how to burn off the extra fuel.
Of course the diet is crazy for the first three to four months, but one thing that hasn't changed is that I get sixty-seventy grams of protein a day. I won't bore you with the details of my diet, but basically I do have a starch here and there, and I do eat sugar. NOT as much as I used to!
I started running again in February. I ran the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure on June 9th and just the other day I ran five miles for the very first time ever! I am a runner. It feels so good to say that.
The year has gone really well. I'm right where I expected I would be. I wish I could get into the habit of lifting weights, but other than that, I'm feeling quite successful. I still love cooking and baking, but I don't eat everything I cook or bake.
Am I happy? Of course. I just don't want to imply that I wasn't before. I was delightfully cynical before too. I just think now I am allowed to be myself.
And this is who I am.
|look how thin my right arm is!?!|
PS those are my new colored pants from Loft! love them! the top is an XL and my sweetie had to clip it in the back so it would fit as if I were a mannequin!
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