I used to write a blog called “The Incredible Shrinking Girl.” It was about my bariatric journey. I eventually gave up blogging for a few years, as my journey was just getting complicated and I couldn’t keep up.
So a little bit of background, for the folks who don’t personally know me.
In May 2011, I weighed nearly 330 pounds.
I had high cholesterol, plantar fasciitis, high blood pressure, and I was just really unhealthy and unhappy. I often joke that I knew how to lose weight, and that I had lost (and found) hundreds of pounds through the years. But in May 2011, I opted for bariatric surgery. It was a last resort for me, but I needed to do something that would help me get my health back.
No matter what anyone tells you, bariatric surgery isn’t easy, nor does it make the weight loss easy. It’s a tool, and it’s only as good as the person who’s using the tool. If you just keep on keeping on as before, you will fail. It’s a fact. But if you use it correctly and are willing to do the work, it can transform your life. Absolutely transform. You still need to be careful about what you eat. You still need to exercise. But the tool helps you.
I went from 330 pounds in May 2011 to 140 pounds in August 2012. My husband and I wanted to have children, but we wanted to wait until I was healthy. We ended up needing to go through IVF treatments to conceive, unfortunately, which involves hormone therapy that is notorious for causing weight gain. But in June 2013, we had our twins. I gained some weight, lost all but 20 pounds of it, and we decided to have another child. I gained during this pregnancy as well, but we had a beautiful, healthy baby girl in June 2016. Our family is done growing (I’m 43 years old). After our 3rd baby was born, I struggled with absolutely crippling post-partum depression (PPD). I was a mess. I took showers MAYBE once a week. I never left the house except to take the kids to preschool and to go to church. I just shut down. I was a danger to myself. My OB insisted that suicidal feelings were completely normal for someone who was the SAHM to 3 small children, so I trusted her and pushed through without any help. I now understand that I needed someone out there to step in and help me. But there’s wasn’t anyone to help me. I was too shut off from everyone around me. I was alone. But I’m now starting to see the light, and I’m ready to lose this baby weight and keep it off
I’ve been procrastinating a lot lately about getting back to basics, but in the end, I’m the only one who can help me. My friend, M, is working out like a beast lately and posting about it on Facebook, and that really lit a fire under my booty. It’s time.
That’s my story. I’m getting back to basics. Eating real food high in protein (60-80g per day). Making smarter choices. Charting everything. Getting back to running, but this time, it’s not to run any 5ks or half marathons or sprint marathons. It’s because it will be an hour out of the house dedicated to me. You see, I was a college professor before kids, but now I’m a SAHM to 3 small children. I need to do something, anything, for me.
I weighed myself on Friday, March 3, 2017. I weighed 223 pounds.
That’s right, folks. 223 pounds. Man, how did I let it get this far out of hand? But I was talking to a friend earlier today about whether to blog again, and how much to blog. My feeling is this: There’s no shame for falling down. I’ll admit it. I fell down (or up, depending on how you want to look at it). The only shame would be if I fail to pick myself up and make another run to get my body back to healthy. So am I frustrated with myself? SO FRUSTRATED.
But I’m-a-gonna fix it, people. Watch me fix this. That’s what this blog is going to be for — parenting, yes. Kids, yes. Crafty stuff, occasionally. Healthy food porn, you betcha. Some stumbles? I’ve no doubt. But watch me fix this. I’m taking my body back. From cupcakes.