I wrote in a previous post about my weight but I didn't share any "before" pictures. I think the concept of "before" leads to an inevitable "after" but there really is no after in weight loss. It's lifelong process. There will never be an "after" for me because I will always have a love of food. It's something that I have to manage and it can be tough.
I was never much of a cook. My lack of cooking is almost legendary. My husband is my perfect match because he loves cooking and grocery shopping which are two things I could live without. One of the things that really had to change when I had my RNY surgery was I had to learn how to cook. After much trial and error, I started to learn about seasonings and food combinations and really getting into the calorie counts. It started to become challenging in a good way and even a little bit fun. Many people have asked me about my recipes since I can be a bit of a post-a-holic on Facebook and Instagram.
Losing weight has been an adventure to say the least. Sometimes it's hard to remember that I'm not the same size I'd been the past 30 years. Losing weight rather quickly also doesn't allow for you to get too comfortable in a certain size or place because before you know it you've changed. I've been known to wear my clothes for far too long just trying to wait until I was in a more stable place before paying any real money for clothing. One day at work while I was thankfully by myself I started walking and my pants hit the floor. Hit. The. Floor. I was stunned and it took me a second to react. I had to concede that it was time to get smaller pants. CLICK TO CONTINUE
Today was the day! I officially started my training for the New York Marathon. Running through all five boroughs on November 6, 2016. I've been quite active since my gastric bypass surgery but I mostly walk. I've wanted to do a marathon for as long as I can remember so I'm so excited that this is the year. My theme for 2016 is No Comfort Zones! The first time I started running was when I quit smoking in 2007. I bought shoes that I thought were cute and were marked as "running shoes."
The best place to start is the beginning. I started gaining weight in the sixth grade. I noticed it but I didn't think much of it until I had to go for my physical for school. I got on the scale and it said 148lbs. The nurse scrawled something on my chart and gave it to me to bring to the exam room for the doctor. She wrote "Grossly Overweight." Not just overweight, not just chubby, but Grossly Overweight. I was so embarrassed and for the first time I realized that my weight was something that people noticed.