Sunday, May 27, 2012
So today was my weigh in day and I hit 200.4 lbs (from 337). Seeing that nice round number, that heralded entering the 100's soon, inspired me to take my measurements, which I hadn't done in 6 months. Here they are:
4/26/11 6/30/11 11/7/11 5/27/12
Waist: 51" 49.5" 46" 40.5
Hip: ? 57.75 54 46.75
Thigh: 32 31.25 29 25.5
Bust: 55.5 55.5 50 43.5
Neck: ? 16 15.5 14
Upper Arm: 16.5 ? 15.25 13.25
I looked at these numbers and I started to cry. I remember that miserable woman who was in so much pain, so sick, so depressed, so lonely and ashamed... I am so glad I had the surgery, I truly had given up hope that I would ever get here. Sure I would fantasies about being at my goal weight but it never seemed like it could be a reality.
It's so easy to get caught up in negative things (it's almost a year and I'm still 30-40 lbs from my goal, all my loose skin seems to be going to my belly, my boobs are really saggy...). But this gave me a much needed reality check, I am SO much better off then a year ago. I don't hurt all the time, I can run!, I breath and sleep and feel so much better. I don't get as many migraines, I went form a size 26/28 pant to a 16/18, I don't worry about getting stuck in small spaces or braking a chair by sitting in it... the list goes on and on.
I'm still working on reaching my goal but I realized that if I staid at this weight forever a could be happy and feel so very blessed. I still dream of fitting a size 14 or 12 pant and maybe getting a tummy tuck but I could really, truly *LIVE* with myself as I am now, were as before I was really just existing.