I am having gastric bypass surgery tomorrow. If you have been reading my autobiographical posts, you know I have been overweight for two-thirds of my life. I started looking into gastric bypass in February. I decided to go through with it in May, after my mom was killed in a car crash. I don't want to struggle with my weight until the day I die, like she did.
At my last weigh-in, a couple weeks ago, I weighed 286 pounds. I am 5'6" tall. I imagine I will weigh about 280 tomorrow when I go in for surgery. My scale is broken, so I don't know for sure.
I wrote the following list on July 11th, when I weighed 295 pounds, my highest weight ever.
- I weigh as much as the Olsen twins, plus one of their friends.
- My feet hurt.
- I'm not pretty anymore because my face is so fat.
- My knees hurt.
- I can't find cute clothes in my size.
- Even cute clothes in my size look like crap on me.
- I can't wear skirts because of the painful chafing of my thighs.
- I can't wear heels.
- Even my armpits have rolls.
- Skin tags.
- I can't do my own pedicures.
- Sex is [redacted]*
- My ankles swell up at the end of the day.
- I haven't worn a dress since my wedding day.
- Heartburn.
- Even one flight of stairs has me breathing heavy.
- I'm too heavy for my bike.
- No one ogles me.
- Stretch marks everywhere.
- I have two bellies, one below my waistband and one above it.
- My breasts are sad sacks.
- My butt moves independently of my body.
- I've damaged my body so much that when I do get to my goal weight, I'll need plastic surgery to attain even an approximation of a normal body.
- I rarely want to take my girls for a walk or to the park.
- I don't want to be seen in a bathing suit.
- I barely want to be seen fully clothed.
- I'm not as fun or as interesting as I used to be.
- I want [redacted]
- Shaving my legs is a chore.
- I don't even want to walk to the next block for lunch.
- I needed a seat belt extender on my last flight.
- My blood pressure and cholesterol levels have crept up (but are still normal).
- I sweat.
- I'm lethargic.
- I don't fit into the bath tub.
- I don't want to go to Magic Mountain anymore because I am afraid I won't fit on the rides.
- I don't have enough pictures of me with my kids.
- I'm worried about [redacted]
- My seatbelt buckle digs into my hip.
- I didn't buy a Miata because I thought I would look ridiculous.
- I can't play comfortably on the floor with my girls.
- I can't wear tank tops. I mean, I don't.
- I had to get my wedding rings resized.
- I had to turn down an opportunity to get a free mini-wardrobe from Gap for a blogging conference I [was] attending. They don't carry my size.
- When I was pregnant, I had to mail order most of my clothes.
- And no one could tell I was pregnant.
- [redacted]
- [redacted]
- I can't run.
- I am too embarrassed to take yoga classes again.
*This is from my journal. I didn't remember there were a few things that were a little too personal to post.


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