All my life I have struggled with my weight. As a baby I had baby fat. As a child I was pudgy. As a youth I was stout. As a young adult I was heavy set. As an adult I was obese. As an unhappy divorcee I was morbidly obese.
I did some serious work back in 2008. I had crested at maybe 270, 275 or so, lost some weight, and got serious about losing more November 8, 2008. When i started I weighed 262 pounds.
By the 30th I had dropped 10 pounds, and then I started doing a lot of physical labor which made it even easier to lose weight. By February I was down to 230.
Well, over the last couple years I stopped paying attention and had crept back up to 244. For a 5'10 40 year old, that is high in obese range and getting close to morbidly obese.
So I got serious again. Joined a gym. Working out hard.
Today I was taken out to lunch, then had a double turkey burger, chips, and soda for dinner...splurging, celebrating.
Then i went to the gym, crushed myself on the weights and stationary bike...and figured out to not be dangerously undernourished, I actually need to eat more. About 500 calories worth.
but I am full.
me. Having to force myself to eat. I find that hysterical.
What I wanted to say - Dear Tootie, You are no longer suffering, and for that I am grateful. I've gone through so many feelings since you left this world Saturday. Grief, relief...
2 weeks ago