"Well, I didn't have a surgery to help me lose weight"
2015
77 pounds.
77 pounds.
77 pounds lost in a 3.5-month span.
But I am still so fat. My arms look disturbing, and I still have a double chin. But I am better then I was when I weighted 340 pounds. Gastric bypass surgery had done the trick, my stomach is small and easily filled and if I continue my healthy diet of eating organic and no food over 10 grams of fat or sugar I will reach my goal of 180 pounds by my 1 year mark if not sooner.
"What did you lose today?' My mother asked after I walked out of the washroom. It was a habit for us now, every day I would come over in the morning before I ate to weigh myself, then have a mint tea with my mother and walk back to my apartment to have breakfast.
"Nothing."
"Don't sound so depressed. You lost 3 pounds yesterday, making that 7 for the week. Plateaus are normal, it your body trying to catch up to the weight loss."
"I know. I know, its just frustrating I walked 5 miles yesterday hoping the extra workout would help me pull another big number. Three more pounds and I will be half way to my goal."
"It will happen, the doctor said you are losing and average of three pounds a week, that is amazing better then most after they have gastric bypass."
"The doctor also said the weight loss is going to slow down now. And that just sucks."
"But look at your clothes, they are hanging off you, focus on that."
"Ok."
"And speaking of school is starting soon, maybe you should go get some new clothes. Ones that don't show so much 'boobage'."
Looking down I notice my scoop neck shirt was revealing way too much skin now that it was too big. She is right this would not be appropriate to wear out anymore.
Rule #7: Trust me no one wants to see your skin, not even you.
"You're right I guess I will walk up there today."
"But that is so far!"
"Just over 5 miles, but I will take the bus back I don't like carrying heavy things."
"Ok call me if you need me, then."
Quickly I walk back to my apartment hungry, excited and nervous to shop for clothes. The last time I had bought anything to wear had been a dress for my grandma's birthday, when I had entered the store I was very pessimistic I could find anything my size despite the sign on the door claiming to have up to size 24. In the end only one dress fit in the largest size, and only because it was sleeveless.
Showering, dressing, eating, and taking my medication I was ready to walk to my mall. And when I had finally arrived and hour and 20 minutes later I still wasn't completely ready to try on clothes.
Maurices is a beautiful store, filled with beautiful clothes from size zero to 24, but my favourite feature was the clear clothing hanger chandeliers. I quickly head over to what I remember to be the plus sized section of the store and start looking for something that would look good on me.
"Hello welcome to Maurices, is their anything I can help you with today?" A woman in her late 20's asked.
"Um I am just looking right now."
"Sure is there any special occasion that has brought you in today?"
"Well school starts next month and I just lost 77 pounds so none of my clothes fit me now."
"Oh my god congratulations on the weight lose, if you need anything let me know I'm going to set up a change room for you. I have a feeling you are going to need it."
Her feelings were dead on only minutes later my arms were full of clothes that I wanted to try on. I didn't see her again till I was wearing a black lace peplum top and trying to decide if I liked how it cut my body.
"It's too big." And then she left. When she returned she handed me the same shirt but one size smaller and I returned to the change room to switch the tops.
Straight away when I came out of the dressing room, she started clapping.
"Much better, go look."
And she was right I just have to buy the top now. The cut fit me way better now and made my waist so much smaller then before.
"So how did you lose all that weight?" She asked went I brought out a pile of clothes to pay for.
"Oh I had gastric bypass surgery in May."
"Really? I considered it but my doctor said I wouldn't qualify. Have you had any issues? A few of my friends had G.P and said the dumping syndrome was real hard for them."
"Actually I have been very lucky so far, no symptoms other then feeling really nauseous if I eat to quickly."
"Well here you go, that will be $325.00."
"Wow."
"It is a new wardrobe..."
"Very true."
As I am leave the store I decide it is time to eat, so I head over to the sushi bar and grab a small pack to go and sat down to eat. Quinoa, salmon and kale sushi it was my second time I have had it this week and it is quickly becoming my new favourite meal. I haven't eaten out in public for about 6 years though, until today. It was against the rules before.
Rule #3: People like to judge you, so don't eat in public.
I keep looking around to see if anyone is looking at me, but thankfully it is a slow day at the mall, so after hiding my food behind one of my shopping bags I continue to eat.
As I wait for my stomach to slowly digest my food I notice that directly across from my seat is a hair salon. My hair, a dyed light brown and blonde ombre had started to look unhealthy and horrible lately, maybe I should treat myself to a full make over?
I did feel like dying it dark brown. And getting my eyebrows done.
My credit card is going to hate me.
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So keep an eye out for the time stamps. last chapter was in 2008 before the surgery and this post is August 2015. The past will change years a lot while I will always have one in the present to keep you updated in my current issues.
I posted 2 chapters at once because I feel bad about ending cut me up and call me lovely but I think this will work out a lot better in the end.
