I had a few minutes and I thought I would jot down a few things while they were rolling around in my mind. You’ll soon learn that I am VERY random and can appear to be a bit scattered at times. My husband likes to call me “Doug” from time to time… and for those of you who don’t know who Doug is… it’s the very distracted dog from the movie Up. I can assure you though, I am not random. The issue is, I am always thinking and having intense conversations in my head… YOU just can’t hear them… so when I pop out with what appears to be a random statement, it really is in perfect sync with the conversation in my head. LOL!
So let’s talk about sweating. I hate sweating. No, wait…. when I work in the yard or when I am exercising… sweat is fine! When I am trying to get dressed in my VERY tiny bathroom and I am sweating so hard that my makeup is sliding off my face…. not so much. I used to never sweat. I would just turn red and glisten ever so slightly. But, in the past 20 years or so… I’m a full blown sweater! YUCK! I am pretty sure it is because I’m fat. [Side note… at this point in my life, I blame everything on being fat. HA! But it’s usually true.] I cannot wait to start losing weight after the surgery. I hear all these people talk about losing the weight and then being cold all the time… BRING ON THE CHILL! I am ready for it.
I’m also ready to be able to sit in the stools at my breakfast bar without my hips oozing out the scrolled metal that create the arm rests. I sit down and it’s like pushing play-doh through the Play-Doh Mega Fun Factory. You know what I’m talking about. My husband sits down and his hips don’t even touch the sides. Good grief.
I want smaller clothes. I want to be able to shop in “normal” stores with everyone else instead of feeling like I have to get herded into the Fat Chick store to buy clothes. And seriously… I know I am 43, but do I have to dress like I’m 70? I realize that fat girl fashion has come a long way and there are some more up to date stores; however, in general…. it’s like shopping for my grandmother.
I want to run without the sound of a standing ovation. What do I mean?!? When I run… random parts of me smack LOUDLY against other parts of me and it pretty much sounds like I am clapping for myself! WHAT? Yeah, it happens.
I want to be able to let my husband pick me up without the fear of causing him to have a hernia…. or a ruptured disc. Bless his heart… he would definitely jump at the chance to pick me up. He likes to try all the time; however, I scream and squat. That pretty much makes it an impossibility. He really is the most precious man alive. He would give his left leg to be able to climb in my head and change my self image to the one he has of me. He tells me all the time how beautiful I am. What an amazing man…
I want to arrive at a family event and not feel like everyone is mentally calculating how much weight I have gained or lost. I wish weight wasn’t such a hot topic for my family. It’s annoying. Let’s just get together and love each other.
I want to eat a piece of cake without having people look at me with that, “You really shouldn’t be eating that.” look on their face.
There are so many more things I could write about… but time is running out. I have to get a move on! What do you look forward to after weight loss? I’d LOVE to hear…