OMG, I’m Super Overweight
Over the past few months, I made some awesome health choices. I drink mostly water all day, every day. I go to the gym and when I’m not there, I walk almost everywhere because, well, I like walking and SEPTA prices are ridiculous. I eat pretty okay too.
However, when I visited the Pulmonary Specialist on Monday morning I got a truly horrific surprise.
Quick Health Background
I’m having another kidney surgery next week. Which I’m not a happy camper about, but it’s necessary. So I put my big girl drawls on and decided to accept it.
Those who have been around for a little while will understand my angst at having another kidney surgery. While those of you who are just meeting me will ask, “Did you say another? As in plural?”
This is my ninth surgical procedure in 5 years when it comes to these pesky kidneys. Apparently, I keep producing stones. And since the health system I was originally dealing with (where the other 8 procedures took place) can’t seem to figure out what’s going on, I decided to try another system. Unfortunately, surgery couldn’t be avoided. Yay ME.
Up to Speed
Now that I gave you the back story we can move on.
Like I said, I’m scheduled for surgery next week, which is awesome by the way. (Being totally sarcastic by the way)
Before I can undergo another procedure, numerous tests are done to make sure that my body is surgery ready. The hospital is very thorough too.
So that leads me to the Pulmonary Specialist for clearance. And that’s where something awful happened.
The nurse called me back and I pleasantly followed her. Of course, before I went to my room to await the doctor, I had to have my vitals checked. No problem. I stepped on the scale, proudly I might add. And there it was. A number that jumped right out of a horror movie.
210!!! I had my shoes on, but I mean, my shoes surely don’t weigh more than 5 pounds.
At the moment I played it cool, continuing with my vitals check. Did a breathing test. Talked to the doctor’s assistant, then the doctor. I left the office and headed for my chest x-ray and to get lab work done. All things part of my surgery clearance.
I was in a daze.
A 210 Pound of Bricks
It wasn’t until I returned home that it all came crashing down…all 210 pounds of me.
Do you know how much weight that is for a woman of my stature? Let me put it in plainly: I’m 4 foot 11 inches. There is no way that I am this large. I don’t even seem so big.
There was one other time in my life when I had gotten to a weight of epic proportion. When I originally separated from my ex-husband, I was at the most weight I had ever been in my life. Granted I was super depressed all the time about his infidelity and worrying about taking care of small children alone.
Now I was back there.
The biggest difference between then and now, I was younger. And as I worked out while watching my eating habits the pounds came right off. In this situation, drastic measures are set in place.
Don’t worry, the point of this post isn’t to whine about how big I am. In fact, the weight is proportioned so well, if I hadn’t stepped on a scale I still wouldn’t have guessed.
My plan, if I choose to accept it, is going into beast mode.
A writer is only as good as they feel. And trust me, I’m not feeling writer-ly with all these pounds.
So instead of going into an unnecessary state of depression and depriving you awesome folks my words, I’m going to take the matter into my own hands.
While I already do things to help with weight loss and being healthy, I’m getting myself into tip-top shape with some help, so that when I take my promotional photos next month, I’ll be stunning.
I’m enlisting the help of the book, The Cut: Lose Up to 10 Pounds in 10 Days and Sculpt Your Best Body by Morris Chestnut and Obi Obadike.
Y’all thought I wasn’t gonna get book help? Books help me with everything.
The plan is simple: commit to being healthier and more fit without any deviations.
Why So Serious
I know you folks are probably wondering why this is such a big thing for me. Do I need to explain the height to weight differential?
Seriously though, I’ve always been a thicker gal, but I have not been happy in this body. Also, I know why this body exists again. And not to sound vulnerable, but it all happened over a year ago when I lost some things in my life that were very important. I allowed my emotions to control my eating and that’s not the way to go.
I spend each day encouraging y’all to be better and live better. For me, I feel like a hypocrite if I don’t get my weight under control.
And while I may only drink water and head to the gym occasionally. It’s time for a regimen that coincides with the woman you folks see every day in my social media posts, spouting all the good stuff.
By no means is this a sad post, or one which needs massive amounts of sympathy. What I want from you is accountability. Don’t be afraid to call me out if you think I’m not doing what I should.
Besides, I wouldn’t be the open, honest me if I didn’t share my health issues with you dudes. It helps show that nobody is perfect, but we all strive to be better.
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