A year ago, losing 100 pounds seemed like a pipe dream. Would it really be possible, even after surgery? Turns out yes, yes it is.
People ask me if I feel healthier. I guess. I mean yes, but it’s hard to compare before and after. I can’t even lift 50 pounds, much less 100! So it’s mind boggling to think that I was carrying 100 extra pounds around.
The other surprising thing is that people treat me better. I mean, I feel like I am “back to normal.” I never felt comfortable with my extra weight; it always surprised me to see a photo of myself. I think because I was always so thin growing up and through my 20s, that I never internalized fat inferiority complexes. But now I’ve noticed that people look at me when they talk to me. I seem to get better service. I’m asked to do more things at work. Stuff that I guess could be a coincidence, except it doesn’t seem like it.
Now the question is, am I done losing? I have no idea. I know that I feel better when I eat well and exercise, so I guess my body will tell me what it wants to do. 4 more pounds and I will no longer be technically overweight. But I’m not going to sweat it. Even though my appetite has returned which scares me a little. I continue to track everything in myfitnesspal.
They say to be careful about transfer addiction. So far drinking isn’t an issue, because I don’t get a good buzz like I used to. It comes on fast and leaves just as quickly.
One thing I may be addicted to is shopping for clothes, though. Stay tuned for my fashion box adventures!
Finally, a word about exercise. I’m still running, but I’m trying to figure out where exercise will fit into my life. There are just so many things I want to do and so little time. I’ve decided against training for a triathlon but still planning to do the Tucson marathon in December. DH is going to do an Ironman next year. I’m pretty sure that’s not in my near future. In the meantime I’m enjoying running and the occasional bike ride.