Sick burn

No workouts for the past week or so because I’ve been having chest pain and shortness of breath that finally drove me to the doctor yesterday. After an EKG, bloodwork, and x-rays, they say it’s pericarditis ; rheumatologist will have a look next.

Besides the pain (sharp, burning, sucky), it’s really not a big deal. “Itis” is sorta my thing; some body part or the other is always in a snit. I have that not-so-fresh feeling, though, and really can’t rally to exercise right now. So much for my uninterrupted X-train dreams. whomp whomp


Up, up and away!





Guess what I did last week? Indoor skydiving!

I’ve long wanted to do this but wasn’t under the 230-lb weight maximum. But I am now!

It was so much fun! And a surprising workout, too…I was sore all over for a couple of days. Makes sense that I would be, now that I think about it. My muscles were working so hard against all that wind. I also had a lot of pain in my hands. But again, makes sense. I sucked at holding them in the proper position (fingers together, arms making a triangle) so that was bound to end badly. Check the drama it adds, though. A friend jokes it’s like an episode of America’s Next Top Model, when contestants had to hold onto their “fierce” while in a wind tunnel. Give me “jazz hands”! Now, give me “vampire deathgrip”! Serve some “fishing dropped comb out of the toilet while trying not to cry”! WERQ! I kinda love how blissfully corny I look–I was having a blast!

Being able to wear cuter clothes and the other stuff is great, to be sure, but I love this part of the process the most. Feels amazing not to have my weight hold me back from physical activities/goals anymore!


Why so sirius? (August: Dog Days)

August 2015 progress pic SiriusWe’ve reached the dog days of summer and not being a fan of sustained hot temperatures, I’m already daydreaming of fall.

This year has flown by, hasn’t it? I can’t believe I hit 10 months post-op yesterday! (And reached the 215 lbs milestone to boot.) I continue to see subtle changes in my monthly progress pictures, and certainly in the way my clothes fit. My size 10 jeans are so comfy now that I’ve begun to cast longing glances towards the size 8 pair.

Skin’s still doing extremely well–some slight loosening on my thighs but I’ll keep throwing time and weights at ’em and hope for the best. I think my arms will be my biggest battle, since I carry so much fat there. But, again, I’ll cross whatever bridges whenever I come to them–feeling this good is worth it!

August 2015 collage frontAugust 2015 collage sideAugust 2015 collage back

10-month post-op weigh-in: 215.0 lbs (-90 lbs post-op; -115 lbs total)

Surgery: 305.0 lbs (10/21/2014)

1 month:   280.6 lbs (-24.4 lbs post-op)
2 months: 266.2 lbs (-38.8 lbs post-op)
3 months: 254.0 lbs (-51.0 lbs post-op)
4 months: 243.0 lbs (-62.0 lbs post-op)
5 months: 234.4 lbs (-70.6 lbs post-op)
6 months: 228.0 lbs (-77.0 lbs post-op)
7 months: 224.6 lbs (-80.4 lbs post-op)
8 months: 220.4 lbs (-84.6 lbs post-op)
9 months: 219.8 lbs (-85.2 lbs post-op)
10 months: 215.0 lbs  (-90.0 lbs post-op)

10/21-11/21: -24.4 lbs
11/21-12/21: -14.4 lbs
12/21-1/21: -12.2 lbs
1/21-2/21: -11.0 lbs
2/21-3/21: -8.6 lbs
3/21-4/19: -6.4 lbs
4/19-5/25: -3.4 lbs
5/25-6/21: -4.2 lbs
6/21-7/21: -0.6 lbs
7/21-8/21: -4.8 lbs

Average monthly post-op loss: 9.0 lbs

Whoooo hoooo, post-op month 10!! I thought I felt lighter but I’ve been staying off the scale, so I wasn’t sure how accurate that perception was. 215 was what I was hoping for and it’s what I got. I’m a happy girl!

Getting closer to the final countdown of the 200s. Will be so great to leave them behind. Cathe is whupping up on me, so I don’t think it’ll be too long a wait.


Body part pick-apart–Arms

I know it’s not good to “hate” any part of your body, but I hate my arms!!! They are the bane of my weight-loss existence right now. They won’t budge!

Exhibit A:
These pics are monthly shots from January-July 2015. Arms are effectively unchanged.


It’s not my imagination either–my measurements bear it out. I’ve lost only 1.25 inches in my arms since early 2011, while in the same time period I’ve dropped a whopping 14.5 inches from my waist, 6 inches from my hips, and 5 inches from each thigh.

Carrying most of my weight on top makes it frustratingly difficult to see my progress. Especially when I go sleeveless. Because there is no progress in my arms.

Exhibit B:
These were taken this past weekend at a girls night out. It was 1000 degrees in Dallas, so sleeveless was a foregone conclusion. But here I am with essentially the same arms from 100+ lbs ago! Blergh.



I didn’t have large arms before I gained weight, so I trust they’ll slim down eventually. In the meantime, though, they’re on the list.


Video: Highest weight (2009)

This clip is from 12/6/2009, about two weeks after I reached my highest weight. I was 328.6 lbs, having lost about a pound.

I am struck not only by my size but also the general air of sadness about me; I was so worn down. I was unhappy in my career and the city I lived in, having serious family drama, was sick all the time with undiagnosed Stew, and was just miserable. It almost seems like I’m looking at a different person–and I suppose I kinda am. Oh I wish I could go back and hug her and tell her that everything was going to be OK!

Five more years of extreme yo-yoing and various hare-brained diet schemes had left me no more healthy but plenty less hopeful. I was still treading water with my weight when I had surgery–I was hovering around 310 the week or so before the operation.

The me in this video was dead-set against surgery, out of some misguided sense of “responsibility” that said that it was the easy way out, that it was somehow better to remain morbidly obese and struggle against the tide than to accept help and live. I’m glad that that I changed my mind! I feel like I have my life back. I am grateful every day.