Aug 10, 2011
I spent my five-year surgiversary traveling across the country by train, returning from my son's wedding in Montona, and it allowed me some time to contemplate this great gift of the DS I've received. While there, I hiked the Rockies, ran around helping with the wedding, walked up and down more hills than I ever imagined, and wore an itty bitty purple dress that I picked up from TJ Maxx for $20. I would have NEVER been able to do all of that at 282 lbs. The last time I went out west, that's about what I weighed, and I sadly sat in the car or at the bottom of a trail head, too heavy to keep up with my family. This time, they had to keep up with me. At my son's wedding, a member of the bride's family, whom I'd never met before, did not believe I was my son's mom, and said I looked like a "diva." I wanted to get down on my knees and kiss her feet with gratitude.
After eating my way across the country (I was really careful with wheat and sugar because farting and rail travel do not mix) but still indulged in many yummy treats, including pheasant sausage, elk, buffalo and good ol' Montana beef, and vast amounts of wonderful local potato chips, and hopped on the scale this morning. 123.2 pounds. I'll take it. Five years out, with minimal weight regain. I keep the gas under control if I stay away from my enemy, wheat. Sometimes, though, I choose to eat as I please and pay the consequences. I would love plastics, but they are probably not in my future. I was rather disappointed with how my arms looked in the wedding pictures, but on the other hand, they are what they are, and I'm not ashamed to admit I've lost weight.
My five-year check-up is not for two more weeks. I'll report the results of that when the time comes. Most know that I've struggled with D issues, so I'm curious to see how that's going. Other than that, it's life as usual. I remain, as in past years, humbly grateful that I can walk through life light and healthy.
Jun 17, 2006