Dear Cold, It's been three weeks now that we've been acquainted. You infiltrating my nose, sinuses, and lungs like you were invited. Me chugging Mucinex like a drunk on a bender trying to rid myself of your presence but you persist. I particularly relish the way you retreat a little bit and lull me into a false sense of wellness only to come back with a vengeance. At the first tinge of you I started those expensive little lies that you take to "stop a cold before they start." After $50 at
Somedays I feel like I'll always live between two worlds with people. There are the people who knew me when I was heavy (or most of my life) and those that know me now. Those that knew me all those years are stunned to see me now and sometimes it takes them a moment to even recognize me.
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.
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
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.