In two days I start my medically-supervised weight loss program (HMR Diet) which is run by one of our local hospitals. I actually have been on this same program before, but didn't take it very seriously. I was getting my lap-band and I was never going to have to diet again and I would magically become a 'normal' weight.
Um, not so much.
I did get the lap-band and after a couple of years my stomach tried to turn itself inside out. Major band slip. I had to have an emergency removal of the band and, of course, all the weight came back. Hey, I could eat bagels again without "getting stuck" and tossing them right back up!
I am now currently the highest weight I have ever been, and my body is telling me all about it.
Not just the normal fat-girl problems, such as finding clothes that are somewhat flattering and not liking stairs or chairs with arms. I would not fly on a plane right now even if my life depended on it. I always have to ask for a table at a restaurant, rather than a booth.
My knees and ankles are always sore and clicking when I walk. In fact, I fear I am walking like the Mondoshawans on Fifth Element. More of a trundle than a walk. Very depressing considering I was a belly dancer for years and even heavy, I was graceful. If I don't get this weight off I know I am looking at a knee replacement or two in my future.
My neck has filled out to meet my chin. Not a great look. Not as bad as Honey Boo-Boo's child molester dating mother, June, but bad enough.
I cannot 'reach' everything that needs to be reached. I have to become a contortionist in the bathroom and have actually gotten muscle cramps just attending to basic body hygiene. I always look for the handicapped stall in a public bathroom as I need enough room to get between my legs as my thighs are huge.
And speaking of hygiene, having parts of your body constantly pressing against other parts is not good for your skin. Skin needs air to breathe and stay dry. I have rolls at the back of my waist that I can always feel as they have folded over to touch. I have notice the start of skin breakdown under my belly, especially where my C-section scar is.
I see a mommy-makeover in my future with a breast lift (or maybe augment depending on how flat I get), tummy tuck and mons lift.
Rolling over at night is especially fun. I have to lever myself up on an elbow to make sure I spin in place. Rolling would actually take up too much space and I would be pushing my husband off the bed. Somehow I strained a groin muscle leveraging myself around. I'm scared to death I might have actually caused a hernia.
Amazingly, I'm healthy otherwise. I had to have a bunch of blood work done to start the program and my cholesterol is 155, I don't have diabetes and my thyroid is just fine. I have some high blood pressure that is controlled with mild medication. I also was diagnosed with sleep apnea when I was going for the lap-band and do use a CPAP machine at night.
I love my CPAP, and I love not waking up my spouse, or myself with snoring!
October 30, 2014 is my intake appointment. I am going on the "Decision Free" program which consists of three shakes and two entrees (at a minimum). I will be picking up my first week's food at that appointment and will start the program on Halloween. There are weekly classes (behavioral and lifestyle change) and weekly medical monitoring (for the first month, then I go to monthly as I have so few co-morbidities).
I cannot wait. October 31st cannot come soon enough. Next year I want to be something cuter for Halloween than a Mondoshawan.