I've lost quite a bit of weight now and I can move around easier. I think that is my main joy in this weight loss. It was, and still is, frustrating not to be able to get around like other people. I find I fit into chairs again now, and I mean I fill them, but don't overflow and get pinched. I am walking faster.
People, strangers, treat me a little nicer. I think it is because I move a bit more normally. I very much like being treated better. I've heard that some people get very angry because they are treated better, but are the same person inside no matter what the outside looks like. I may feel this way, but I don't so far.
I still can't run fast enough to catch my preschooler so I use psychology to slow him down.
I find that thin, or just overweight strangers are farm more encouraging than obese strangers when I mention I've had the surgery. Most say encouraging things and repeat success stories of others. Most obese people talk about failure stories and medical nightmares.
If anyone thinks this is an easy way out of obesity, it most certainly is not. I throw up most days. I struggle with hunger. My hair is falling out. But I no longer have diabetes or high blood pressure. My sleep apnea is getting better. I don't feel like I'm being crushed when I lie in bed. Surgery makes weight loss possible, but not easy.
I wish there was a ribbon to wear or put on my car to fight the stigma of obesity. I wish it was everywhere, like those pink ribbons.
Sometimes I feel like I am just waiting to be smaller. I find I have much more patience than I did when I was younger. A year to lose a hundred pounds or more does not seem like such a long time. I fear failure though. I fear being one of those who regain more than half of the weight I needed to lose. Only time will tell, and that is five years off (the standard time used in many studies). Maybe five years isn't that long after all.