AngryBaby

I've heard people say time and time again: Enjoy your 20s... Everything goes down hill from there (body wise). When people think of back when they were in their 20s most think of their smokin' hot bodies, stamina, and their joints not popping all the time. I'm 23 going on 85... I started off my 20s at 5'5" and 270 pounds with a fat rear, thunder thighs, and working on a triple chin. Every joint in my body screamed as I moved. I would hyperventilate when I tried to run. At the age of 22, I had my gallbladder removed. My life as a butterball was really starting to show massive signs of stress on my body. I have more stretch marks than Octomom and am really surprised/relieved that I didn't get diabetes.
 
My life is beginning to change. I'm losing weight and I can breath. I can fit in a roller coaster and I don't have to touch anyone I sit next to involuntarily (ass spilling over to the next seat where someone else happens to be sitting).
 
As I shrink, my skin refuses to join the crusade. As one blogger put it, I look great in clothes but horrible naked. I am one of those people that as they gained weight they gained it everywhere. My once thunder thighs have become empty potatoe sacks. My floppy/fatty boobies have become tube socks with a rock in them. My plump santa gut now looks like a melted and scarred up smiley face. Don't even get me started about my ass... To give you an idea of how many inches it took for me to look so pathetic here you go:
Inches lost
6in off chest
7in off stomache
8.25in off ass
4in off each thigh
 
Going back to where I started... They say the 20s are the best years of your life. I say screw it! I've never been much of a conformist anyway... I'm going to make my thirties the best years of my life. By my thirties, I'll lose all of the rest of my weight and get a nip/tuck or two.... or eight (we'll see what happens). By my thirties, I'll start popping out pups, have a stable career, and become less of a closet nudist and more of a streaker. Rawr...
 
Until next time,
Angrybaby signing out.

So I have the lapband and my mom has the sleeve. I received my band roughly a month before she had her sleeve surgery. Considering the circumstaces we have both acheived splinded results. However, I am envious of how far she has come in her journey. She has gone from wearing a size 22-24W to a skinny size 8. I have gone from a size 20-22W to a size 12. Keep in mind that this is roughly 8 months post-op. I just wish I could have lost weight as quickly as she has. I have lost 70 pounds at this point and still have about 60 pounds to go until I hit my goal. I'm trying my best to be happy for her and I always celebrate her victories with her. I'm so proud of her, it's just that I just wish it was me...
 
Although I am happy for myself too. I've never been this small in my entire life. I've always been a bit of a butterball. I'm starting to realize that the "skinny life" is so much different from my old life. It's really weird. I'm now cold ALL THE TIME!!! Back in the day I was often know to go outside in just jeans and a t-shirt (in the snow, mind you) and just comfortably chill. Now I have to wear three shirts, a sweater, gloves, a scarf, and a hat... and I'm STILL cold. My bones aren't as well cushened as before, which is making it uncomfortable to sleep. My knees poke at eachother if I try sleeping on my side and my elbow keeps poking me in the ribs. Who knew being 70 lbs lighter could be so uncomfortable. I also find that I'm not as clumsy as I used to be. I don't bang into door entries anymore. I also don't trip over my own feet as often. My shoe size has also shrunk quite a bit. I used to wear a size 10W shoe now I'm at an 8 1/2. Weird...
 
People treat me differently too.
 
I don't know what it is about being fat, but I'm used to people avoiding me. If I was to sit in an empty auditorium back when I weight 262 lbs no one would sit next to me. In fact the entire auditorium would fill up and the only seats that would be empty would be the ones right next to me. You would think that I smelled bad or had some horrible contagious disease. Now however things are different. People talk to me and they don't even know me. Guys shamelessly hit on me in front of my fiance. Hell, I'm just shocked that guys are actually hitting on me!
 
Unlike some people, I am very open about my surgery. If anyone asks, I will honestly tell them how I lost weight. It's even all over my facebook page. I'm not embarressed and I'm not ashamed. This is the first time I've actually succeeded at weight-loss. I'm very proud of myself. I have not finished my journey, but I have accomplished many goals that I never have before. This is the first time I've been below 200 lbs since I was in Jr. High. I never thought I would be able to say that. My next goal is to be able to say I've lost 100 lbs and not be lying.
 
Until next time...
 
Angrybaby signing out.

So I have the lapband and my mom has the sleeve. I received my band roughly a month before she had her sleeve surgery. Considering the circumstaces we have both acheived splinded results. However, I am envious of how far she has come in her journey. She has gone from wearing a size 22-24W to a skinny size 8. I have gone from a size 20-22W to a size 12. Keep in mind that this is roughly 8 months post-op. I just wish I could have lost weight as quickly as she has. I have lost 70 pounds at this point and still have about 60 pounds to go until I hit my goal. I'm trying my best to be happy for her and I always celebrate her victories with her. I'm so proud of her, it's just that I just wish it was me...
 
Although I am happy for myself too. I've never been this small in my entire life. I've always been a bit of a butterball. I'm starting to realize that the "skinny life" is so much different from my old life. It's really weird. I'm now cold ALL THE TIME!!! Back in the day I was often know to go outside in just jeans and a t-shirt (in the snow, mind you) and just comfortably chill. Now I have to wear three shirts, a sweater, gloves, a scarf, and a hat... and I'm STILL cold. My bones aren't as well cushened as before, which is making it uncomfortable to sleep. My knees poke at eachother if I try sleeping on my side and my elbow keeps poking me in the ribs. Who knew being 70 lbs lighter could be so uncomfortable. I also find that I'm not as clumsy as I used to be. I don't bang into door entries anymore. I also don't trip over my own feet as often. My shoe size has also shrunk quite a bit. I used to wear a size 10W shoe now I'm at an 8 1/2. Weird...
 
People treat me differently too.
 
I don't know what it is about being fat, but I'm used to people avoiding me. If I was to sit in an empty auditorium back when I weight 262 lbs no one would sit next to me. In fact the entire auditorium would fill up and the only seats that would be empty would be the ones right next to me. You would think that I smelled bad or had some horrible contagious disease. Now however things are different. People talk to me and they don't even know me. Guys shamelessly hit on me in front of my fiance. Hell, I'm just shocked that guys are actually hitting on me!
 
Unlike some people, I am very open about my surgery. If anyone asks, I will honestly tell them how I lost weight. It's even all over my facebook page. I'm not embarressed and I'm not ashamed. This is the first time I've actually succeeded at weight-loss. I'm very proud of myself. I have not finished my journey, but I have accomplished many goals that I never have before. This is the first time I've been below 200 lbs since I was in Jr. High. I never thought I would be able to say that. My next goal is to be able to say I've lost 100 lbs and not be lying.
 
Until next time...
 
Angrybaby signing out.