777 days later, I have not once regretted the decision. Well, maybe I regretted it a few times when I was struggling to move around in the days after the operation. But since I have healed, and subsequently lost 175 pounds, I have not regretted it a bit.
 |
| My BP was never this low medicated (6/30/13) |
I had grand visions of what it would be like to lose a lot of weight and be skinny. I thought it would magically fix all my problems. I thought I would be blissfully happy each days as I shuffled back and forth over this mortal coil. My trials would melt away with the fat, I presumed. My tribulations would subside along with the raging appetite.
You know what? For the most part, I was right.
I said good riddance to all the meds I was taking and now have good health. I exercise daily now, sometimes twice a day. My body aches and pains disappeared alongside the weight.
But the positive changes did not stop there. I was unhappy with my profession as well. I had worked as a government contractor for the United States Army Corps of Engineers for 8 years. Contractor life was unstable to say the least, and constantly filled with absurd drama, ridiculous requests, and large voids in communication. But because I was fat, I thought for sure I would have a hard time finding another job. So I just stayed in place, living the routine.
After the weight loss, and subsequent boost in confidence, I ventured out and tried a new profession. I took a position at Hometown Lenders, LLC. Almost a year into the job, I absolutely love not only the job, but the people I work with and for.
I read all the time about people that had weight loss surgery. They lose a lot of weight but are never happy. These people are foreign to me. If you identify the root issues of what your problems are, then fix it! Maybe that's the issue. Maybe most people can't see the root issues for the rolls of fat.
Life is so much better these days. I often reflect on the way I've lived the last decade and can't really help but consider what would have happened had I not made the changes I've made. It scares me to think of the possibilities. To think of my beautiful kids growing up without their dad. Or my wife having to watch as they buried me.
At the end of the day, those things may still happen. But if it does, I went out with my boots on. If I die tomorrow, I know that I've done every conceivable thing to make my life better for not only myself, but my loved ones.
With that being said, I have no plans on checking out yet. The bucket list is long and many items are left unchecked.
---------------------------------------------
As far as weight goes, I've been stuck at 272 for about a year and a half now. Although I can't eat much, I can still eat the wrong thing which I've done plenty of in the last 18 months. All of that stopped last week and I'm back to eating right. I desperately want to see my goal weight, which is 240lbs.
I'm on a rigid all-protein shake diet right now and it is fantastic. I'm hammering home the protein daily and exercising like a mad man. I plan on sustaining this for a few weeks to shrink the new pouch back down a little to reduce the quantities I can eat, and then ease back into eating foods.
Weight this morning: 271.4lbs
Regards,
Still Vanishing
No comments:
Post a Comment