When will I get used to being in a group and being 'the thin one?
Or feeling bad that my mere existence makes some friends feel bad about themselves? I know it is not my fault, or really have anything to do with me. But I can't help it when someone mentions their weight and how much they have to lose and I am no longer 'the fattest person' in the room. I want to scream how great I feel at this size but no one wants to hear it anymore. (And I don't really blame them. I did not want to hear it at 292 pounds to be sure.) But no knows what a PRISON I lived in before I lost weight. It was slow death of mind body and spirit for me. I don't want to be the friend that everyone gets sick of, but I refuse to lessen my newfound BUZZ/VERVE/LIFE...I just need to find new ways to express my new life.
The Current and Sassy Me
My Story
November 22, 2005, I had a gastric bypass surgery called the Mini Gastric Bypass. I weighed 292 pounds. (My highest weight was 311 pounds.) I had struggled with the idea of surgery until I read the facts: that the percentage of people who had over 100 pounds to lose that lost it, and kept it off was nil. I was slowly dying.
I lost 147 pounds and my life has changed in so many ways. I am the person I was meant to be. Recently, I started to forget where I came from and lost track and gained some weight back. But like the Phoenix, I rise from the ashes and renew myself. The Warrior returns. Join me as I battle this war, and win.
If I can do this, so can you!
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