I'm getting really sick of talking about my weight lately, but it's been exactly ten years since I had gastric bypass surgery and that seems like a milestone worth noting.
I started at 309 pounds. I was a size 24/26.
That means I've lost 142 pounds.
I was trying to think of a way of illustrating how painful it was to carry around all that extra weight, but all I could come up with was five gallon water bottles. Every time I change the water bottle at our office, I feel like a huge wimp and I used to carry around over three of those ALL THE TIME.
I think it goes without saying, but the surgery was one of the best decisions I've ever made. It worked for me and that makes me an advocate for others who wish to pursue it. It's dangerous, yes, but far less dangerous than a lifetime of obesity.
People are starting to give me shit about my recent weight loss and how little I'm eating these days, but I'm still technically OVERWEIGHT according to my BMI. I need to lose two more pounds to get into the "average" weight category. I'm actually starting to think I might reach my original Pie In the Sky goal of weighing the same amount that I've lost. (154.5 pounds) That would make me half the woman I used to be, which is still very weird to even think about.
Anyway, here I am ten years later. Joel kept trying to get me to pose, but it's an AFTER photo, you don't pose! (Right?)
If you want to read about my weight loss surgery, I've been writing about it for years. Just start here. The rest of the story is on the sidebar over there. -------->