That's right, peeps. It's my 100th post. Weird, right? Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a "stick-to-it" kind of girl. I'm more of an idea gal, and it's best if someone else does all the details and followup.
But it's been a year and a half, and I have 100 posts to show for it. When I started, it was May of 2009. I was still trying to do Weight Watchers and hadn't even gone to the seminar on bariatric surgery. I knew change was imminent, but I didn't know how or why. I was miserable, and couldn't walk from my house to my car without having to stop and rest at the bottom of my stairs. I had full-blown sleep apnea, and weighed 353 pounds (give or take a few). I wore a size 30/32 shirt--on my thinnest days (I don't even know my pants size because I just kept wearing my 26/28 until they stretched to fit).
In November 2009, I went to the bariatric seminar given by my surgeon to educate people on surgical options and to help them decide if it's right for them. It's been a year since I decided to have the surgery, and so far I'm so glad I did (recap alert!):
1. I survived 2 major surgeries, 2 strictures, 3 ER visits, 9 days and 8 crazy nights in the hospital, all with my good humor intact (mostly).
2. I can walk to and from my car without even thinking. Hell, I went hiking on a mountain, cardio-kickboxed, pilates-ed, elliptical-ized and can even go up and down stairs.
3. I am 5 pounds shy of having lost the equivalent weight of my entire mother. Soaking wet and wearing shoes.
4. I had to give away my "skinny" clothes because they were too big, and I shopped and actually bought clothes in a store that sells regular sizes.
5. My surgeon didn't recognize me until I told him that I was "the one with the NG tube who you told was going back into surgery if I had gone one more day with a swollen-shut pouch." (he remembered that!)
6. I have spent more on my medical condition this year to date than I made in a year at my first HR job. And if you include all the expenses of weird, high-protein food, vitamins, new clothes, pilates classes, gym memberships, and special "hair-loss" shampoos, I've spent more this year to date than I made when as a regional HR manager.
It's a hell of a lot to pack into 100 measly little posts. But here is what I'm hoping in the next 100:
1. Buy all my clothes at a store that is not exclusive to plus sizes.
2. Lose 34 more pounds, which will make me "overweight" instead of obese. If I really want to shoot for the moon, I'll lose 64 pounds, which would put me at "normal." That is absolutely unimaginable to me.
3. Try more fun exercise stuff--Zumba, Hot or Core Power Yoga, ride a bike--outside, Boot camp (well, maybe not that one, that doesn't sound like fun).
4. Look into and possibly start the process of surgical skin removal and a tummy tuck.
5. Sit in an airline seat WITH the tray table in it's non-upright position (and not resting on my belly, either).
6. Ride a roller coaster. Or not. But just to at least have the option.
7. Date. Someone. Anyone. Preferably a dude (nothing against the ladies!).
8. Be able to travel.
9. Ride a horse. Or a cowboy (see #7). Whatever.
10. Wear an inappropriately sexy Halloween costume. Maybe just in the dressing room, but still!
Probably a whole lot more stuff that I can't even think of right now. But the possibilities are out there!
Just to close this one out, I thought I'd leave you with a little glimpse of what I see now when I look down. It still surprises me (especially that I fit into these cute new tights!), and I'm wondering when I'll stop being amazed that this is me...