Hello, my little oft-neglected weight loss journal!
It's June of 2021. I just turned 39. I recently decided to have gastric bypass surgery. I went with the BF to visit family out of state for Christmas (of 2020) and during the trip, I just felt horrible about my weight. I had been eating whatever I wanted and being lazy and was steadily gaining, as a Tish does. I remember eating a meal with family that left me feeling so gross and uncomfortable. I hated how I looked in the photos we were taking. The plane trip was miserable.
At the high weight of 282, I decided enough was enough and when we came back to Houston, I started eating at a calorie deficit and walking consistently. I put money on a bet at healthywage.com and it's been surprisingly keeping my ass in line. I'm about 10 or 11 days away from ending the 6-month long bet. I am only 2.4 lbs away from completing that!! I put about $300 in and will earn about $800 when I finish.
Somewhere along the way, I started seriously considering weight loss surgery since I now have a job that provides health insurance. I had a first contact with a surgeon in March and have now completed the requirements and have been approved by the insurance company and am just waiting for the surgery center to call me to schedule the surgery.
I'm excited. A little scared, but more excited. I know that it's going to take a lot of work. I see it as only being a small help. It's still going to be about 80% my effort. (Well, maybe about 40% my effort for the first 6 months to a year.)
I'm in the process of finding a therapist since insurance will take care of that, too. I stopped seeing James, my last therapist, because of "covid". I know I have to have therapy in place to be successful over the long-haul. I still can't say WHY I feel so compelled to eat junk. I mean, sometimes it is because of the social aspect - when you're on double date or a group outing, it is so hard to be the odd one out not drinking and indulging. But sometimes I just get weird urges to eat junk food out of nowhere. And it's so hard to even stop and give myself time to put coping mechanisms into place. So yeah, I need to work on this.
Losing my job at the printing place ending up being a blessing in disguise. It led me to getting a job with a school district that provides health insurance benefits and now my life is changing for the better! (I lost the other job because of "cut backs due to covid" but they rehired a former employee for a similar position right at the same time, so I think they were bullshitting).
So anyway, here I am, having lost almost 40 pounds since January (through CICO and walking). Hopeful to get this surgery soon so I can have my summer off to recover!
