July 23, 2023
So, I haven’t written for several days. There are reasons, but I won’t go into them right now. I am still mulling things over. I have also been overwhelmed, trying to find something to wear.
Today, I weighed myself and am down 27 lbs since redoing the plant-based properly. Also, logging my daily food intake has helped. I did it manually with my husband calculating, but the Lose It app does everything for us.
I am only 13 pounds away from my goal with the surgeon to get a knee replacement.
Also, last night, I tried on a nightshirt I bought at Walmart over a year ago. It was on sale for $10, and I loved it. It is pink with black coffee cups and hearts all over it. The only problem was it was a size 1x. I was a 4x when I bought it.
I am proud to say that I put it on last night, and although a few more pounds will make it fit loose, I can still wear it to bed. I love coming down in size.
I have done this so many times before, but not as determined. Being morbidly obese is not fun, nor is it healthy. I will only state my opinion because everyone views this topic differently.
For me, being morbidly obese is nothing to be proud of. I am not being able to walk correctly, being out of breath, and not being able to find decent clothing when short and wide. I wasn’t happy, not being able to breathe correctly.
Every diet I went on was good; I would lose some weight but eventually regain it. Sitting on a plane was uncomfortable. Trying to get my butt onto a seat with someone else was embarrassing, even on the buses.
I remember one man many years ago approached me on my way home from work on the bus. I thought he was a religious person. No, he was a former fatty and offered me advice and his card. I was mortified. I went further into a shell and, you guessed it, ate more.
Pain and hurt from comments from family and friends peppered me all my life—no more. I don’t want to embarrass my husband when we go out. I don’t want people saying he is married to a freak. I want him to be proud. I want him to be able to hold my hand while walking again, which is why I am so desperate to have my surgery.
It is more for my mental being than anything.
Keep on reading for my journey. It has a long way to go yet.
Cheers
Lorie
