I've lost 130lbs since I've started my final (I've struggled with my weight my entire life) weight loss journey. I lost 25 of them without the help of my handy dandy fabulous bariatric sleeve (which is really only a tool, not a magic solution) and the remainder since then. So 105lbs in 7ish months. Not too shabby, right?
Even better, I went from a tight (and we're talking tight) size 26 and (plus size) 4X to a misses size 12 and misses M. I also went from wearing stretched out sports bras because regular bras hurt and dug into my flesh to now wearing a 34C. More better still, HOW GREAT I FEEL and all the energy I have. I play, run, jump, wrestle, and keep up with all manner of things my kids do and still have enough go juice to hang out with my husband, work out, do housework, and invent delicious tasting recipes. I seriously feel amazing.
Things I miss:
- Eating. When the food is delicious and I'm enjoying it -- I hate being done after 10 to 15 or so bites, you know? It's so yummy I want to keep eating.
- Guzzling. I hate being a sipper. I miss guzzling large amounts of water in one go after a workout. This sipping crap is for the birds. Seriously.
- Drinking while eating. I follow the no drink and food rule at the same time religiously even though I hate ever moment of it. Every. Single. Moment.
Things I don't miss:
- Eating. The out of control kind. The kind where I can't stop because I'm punishing myself or it tastes good or whatever. Having consequences for my eating actions has been a blessing.
- Exhaustion. Being tired. Having zero energy. Letting my weight run my activities.
- The Weight. I love, Love, LOVE being able to do whatever I want and not have to worry if I'm too big to do it. Worst moment ever was being kicked off a ride at Sea World that 4ft wanted me to ride with him because I didn't fit. Now I fit and THEN SOME! Best. Thing. Ever.
Things I fear:
- Skin. I'm terrified of having miles and miles of loose hanging skin. I've read so many stories of women who have bed sores and rashes in the folds of their skin and not being able to have it removed because it's considered cosmetic.
- Gaining it back. I have nightmares of gaining it all back and then some. I don't want to ever be that unhealthy again. (It's not about the size but the quality of life I led at that size)