Once upon a time I was skinny. I was co-captain of my high school cheerleading team, went to the gym regularly, and wore super cute clothes. I was 106 pounds. Then I went to college. I started out dragging my Reebok step and VCR (yes I'm old) into the common area so that I could work out without disturbing the people who lived below my room. Then I stopped, ate lots of junk, and so started the struggle with my weight.
I've been up in weight and down in weight. In my 20's I went from a size 14 to a size 4 and kept it off until a bad breakup. Then I gained it back plus more. During the pandemic I hit my highest weight, 226. I attended some bariatric intro sessions at difference practices at the end of December and am having a bypass on March 22, 2021. Since January until today (March 11), I am down to 200 pounds.
Due to a knee injury I was having trouble walking and keeping up with my son who is in first grade.
My husband loves and supports me regardless of what weight I am. I appreciate that because I've not always had that support from family members.
Looking forward to feeling like me again after surgery.