Week 1: Initial Weigh in - 350 lbs
OK, I'm exaggerating. 349.4 lbs, to be exact. Jeez. How did I get here? I want to weigh 150, so that's 200 lbs I have to lose. I suppose that doesn't matter if I can get back 'there', where I'm thin. Or 'curvy'. Or 'athletic'. Or at least 'healthy'.
I say 'healthy' like that because even at my weight, I don't have a lot of medical problems. Blood pressure's fine, no diabetes, liver's fine (ok, maybe that's the booze talking, but it's fine). The last time I went to my ENT (Ear, Nose and Throat Dr), he gave me a rash of crap over my weight and told me I had to do a sleep study. He said, "The acid reflux? That won't do you in. The sleep apnea? That will do you in." So I did the study.
Months went by after my 3 nights of torture, and I hadn't heard from the doctor. I called and I have mild sleep apnea. No need to see the Doc. I'm healthy THERE, too. HA!!
I laugh and point when someone says my weight is making me unhealthy and I test otherwise. I throw it in their face that my body can handle it, but it's wearing me down.
I was walking down my aunt's steps, behind my grandmother, and heard the creaking of the stairs. Old stairs, and both of us are larger women That'll do it, right? When I was leaving the house and walked down the concrete step, I heard the same noise. Concrete doesn't squeak. It was my knees. They were singing out, or groaning, rather, that I was putting all that weight on one of them, for however short a period of time, and they didn't like it.
So that brings us back here, yet again. I am going to try and lose weight. Again. I have a plan. I have an arsenal. This time will be different. I tell myself that every time, but I'm going to try again. And that's what really counts, right?
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