I had surgery 4 months ago today. I’m down over 100 pounds since I started this process. I’m stoked. I’ll post some pictures once I get everything together! Happy New year!!!
Sorry for the delay in posting. My life has been pretty hectic lately. I was out of town on business, and just lots of other things happening.
So I finally have my surgery date, August 30! I’m stoked.
More to come soon, but I wanted to put this out here before I got sidetracked again.
I know it has been awhile since I really posted anything on here. I’ve been lazy, I’ve been busy, life goes on. I could come up with a million excuses, but quite simply I haven’t done very well on getting to the healthy part.
When I started this blog I was so excited to lose weight. I did decent too. I lost 30 or 40 pounds, and I felt fantastic. Then life changed, I had a new job, a girl I was dating, and things got out of hand. I started slipping and falling into old habits.
Well I am here now, up over 360 pounds. I feel terrible, and I just have no energy. My stomach and guts are in a mess and I cannot seem to get myself motivated to really gain any traction.
I work really hard, and I push myself to the point that I am exhausted in the afternoon and its all I can do to not fall asleep and take a nap. I bought a house and have been doing lots of work on it, but only a couple hours on the weekends. By the end of those days I am just demolished. I normally end up taking a nap mid to late afternoon so I can function in the evening.
I started Herbalife again, but haven’t been able to go at the plan like I used to. I just have not had the zeal for it I used to.
What I am about to say is probably the most difficult thing that I have ever said to anyone, let alone the whole internet in my entire life.
I am addicted to food. I buy food and eat it and never tell a sole about it. After all, its just one candy bar, or one soda right? Well that one leads to two, to three, and beyond. I think I may also suffer some from binge eating. Why else could I devour a whole pizza? Its not that I want to eat that much, but I just have difficult resisting that next slice, and by the time I know it more than half the pizza is gone.
I cannot keep living like this. It is going to kill me, and it is going to kill me young.
To that end, the announcement that I promised the other day that I would make. I have decided to get bariatric surgery. I am more than likely going to go with the gastric sleeve, but I may end up going with the bypass depending on what my discussion with the doctor yields.
This is a very difficult thing for me. The surgery isn’t going to make me thin, its a tool to help me break my addictions.
I am tired of being fat, sick, and tired. God only knows what other medical problems I have that I don’t know about. Diabetes? Sleep Apnea? Clogged arteries? IBS? Celiac disease? I have been to afraid to ask and find out. I’ve been able to pretend I’m well, but I’m honestly not.
I am afraid that I won’t live until I’m 40 if I don’t do something about this now. It scares me to think of leaving my kids behind because I couldn’t admit to my problem.
So here I am, taking my first true step. I am admitting that I have a problem and I just cannot solve it on my own.
Thanks for spending the time to read this,
Salutations my friends. I know I haven’t written here in a long time, but my plan is to start blogging regularly. I have some big changes coming up in my life and some exciting and scary news when the time comes to share.
Look for more soon.
Back in the game
I know it has been a long while since I posted on here. I have been really busy and I let this get away from me. I’m back to a point where I need the support of blogging to help my mindset.
So a few updates:
I have a new job. I am now working an hour away. I am looking for a closer place to live, but I haven’t found one yet. Hopefully very soon. I don’t like that I’ll be moving the kids in the middle of a school term, but it is what it is. I am making a lot more money though, so I have a lot more options available to me.
Recovering from injury
Recently I injured my ankle pretty badly. God was watching over me though. Thankfully it wasn’t much worse than it was. I had to wear one of those stupid boots. I couldn’t walk without it. I still cannot run, but I’m walking more.
Its a very complicated subject. I’m looking at making some more friends.
Anyhow, I’m back at it. So expect to see more soon.
Good Evening everyone,
I know I haven’t written anything but a short post letting you know I am alive. I haven’t had the time or the focus to sit down and blog. Alot has changed over the last month or so. I am going to try and get back on track with making one or two posts a week.
One of the biggest reasons I wasn’t able to post is that I was in the process of moving. It sucks up a ton of time, and not knowing where everything is is enough to drive a person batty!
The peace with food thing was going well, but during the moving process I ate a lot of junk. I am in the process of re-training my body to yet again not crave that nasty stuff like McNasty’s. It seems to be a longer road this time than it was previously.
On a brighter point though, I have begun working out as a part of a group with a personal trainer every weekday morning. I was really out of shape to begin with, but I didn’t realize how bad I really was. I started the first Monday in March. I have really been enjoying it. My energy levels are way up, sadly I haven’t been sleeping well so after the workout in the morning I am ready to take a nap. Fortunately after getting past that I am wide awake for the rest of the day.
I also never realized how weak I really was in my upper body. I don’t know that I’ve ever really worked on it. With the personal trainer I have been progressing amazingly. In the three weeks I have been doing this I went from 8-10 pound weights up to 15 pounds. I’m hoping in the next week or two I’ll be up to 20 for a lot of them. It really is exciting for me.
So something has really set into my mind today. I haven’t heard this quote from anyone else. It’s more like an amalgamation of a lot of things I’ve heard over the years.
No one can pay the price for your health but you. You have to get up and make choices every day for the good or the bad. Either way you will pay the price. You will pay to be unhealthy by missing out on the things you want to do. You will pay to be healthy by not giving into those poor food choices and exercising. The choice is yours to make.
Have a great night and I’ll post more soon. Hopefully I’ll remember to do a Weigh-in Wednesday this week to get moving!
I apologise for not posting much lately. I have a lot to share and I hope to put something together in the next day or two! Thanks for the patience.