decn72

I'm thinking about a lot of things. I'm looking back on my past years. 2014 was when I decided enough was enough. I ex had given up on me, January 1, 2014 took my daughter and just left me. At that time I was at 780 plus pounds. In a wheelchair. Didn't hear from them, nine days later I get a call from my sister. She tells me that my ex told her that she was working on divorce and for her to go get me out of the place I was living (we were living with my ex in laws) So I fell deep into depression. Mid Jan. I decided to do something about my weight. So I started walking on my treadmill 5 mins a day at a 1.0 speed. It was very hard, I was not on a diet. Just controlled my food intake and made water a huge part of my day. I've come a long way, i'm now able to walk miles instead of only 5 minutes a day. Its a good feeling, I look back and think to myself "all the achy days, all the mornings and nights I cried myself to sleep cause of all the heartache, pain and felt like giving up: it was all worth it and glad i did not give in or give up" 2014 780 plus pounds today I weighed myself. I'm now at 390lbs and i'm feeling so good, it great accomplishment feeling. On a different note: I'm like 3 days away from my surgery day. Yes i'm nervous, excited about this next steppingstone but worried cause of the diet I will be on. I've never been good at diets, so adapting to this new lifestyle will be a challenge but i'm ready for it...

I cheated on my two week pre-op liquid diet. I had pizza and chicken wings and I have like six days till my surgery date.