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Oh, You Know, It’s The “Two Legs in One Leg of the Pants” Photo. NBD.

So this happened.

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Ignore my Mexi-fro. It was really humid here today as it rained all morning, and my hair needs to be cut.

These are the shorts I wore at my heaviest weight.  And they were tight then.

I’d purposely kept them when I started this path because I wanted a stark reminder of where I started.  I never wanted to forget where I came from.

Tonight I got to thinking, I wonder if I can do that thing where you put both legs inside the one leg of a pair of pants?  So I dug up the shorts, and gave it a try.

I felt the catch in my throat when I was able to pull the single leg up over both my thighs.  I thought, no way…holy shit, I was this big?  What in the hell?  How?

I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do this.

Yet here I am:  two legs in one pants leg.  With room.

54 pounds from my goal and chugging toward maintenance.

I got this.

 

The Gift That Keeps on Giving

I welcomed my 41st year of life today with open arms.

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Last year at this time, I celebrated my 40th in New Orleans at Commander’s Palace, one of my absolute favorite places in the world to dine.  After a brunch of hibiscus martinis and sugarcane syrup lacquered boudin stuffed quail, I spent the day with my husband at the casino and walking along Canal Street.

In pain.  And miserable.

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Post-Op Week 35 Progress Report: The Bottomless Pit Edition

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I haven’t been very good about writing here every day.  Things in my world have been harried lately, and I’m not feeling good about it.  This week’s progress isn’t progress at all–it’s a big step back.
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#overit

I’m in desperate need of a week off.

But Spring Break is still a week away for me.

I need the time off to recharge and rest, to relax and not think about all the life stuff swirling around me at the moment.

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Identity Crisis

At what point does your weight start defining you?

At what point does your weight stop defining you?

This week in therapy, I talked about how I felt as though I never let my weight define me in the first place.

My family did that for me.

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Just As I Suspected

These days, when a conversation begins with “You are looking good,” I never expect it to be followed by “Everyone was talking about you yesterday!”

But I suppose that when folks don’t see you in a while and you’ve lost nearly 150 pounds, it shouldn’t be a surprise.

This is also why a school is the worst place to keep anything on the down low.
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Post-Op Week 29 Progress Report

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No change this week.  I suppose I should be grateful that there wasn’t a gain, but this doesn’t reduce my frustration level any.  If anything, this week’s lack of forward progress frustrates me even more.

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