Pros:
-I've lost 135lbs. Which is insane. That is a whole person. It is insane to see the numbers on the scale.
-I no longer look like I am pregnant and thus no longer have random strangers asking when I am due or touching my stomach thinking a kid will kick (
something will kick them, that's for sure.)
-My health is so much better overall, I no longer have sleep apnea, I no longer need treatment for asthma, so many meds either went way down or are no longer needed.
-Doctors almost
ALMOST take me seriously now, vs saying "if you'd lose weight, you wouldn't have whatever ailment that has nothing to do with weight."
-I got my back fixed so I averted paralysis and regained 2 1/2 inches of my height back.
-I can run now, and run a lot. And lift a lot. And I am strong AF.
-I can wear pretty much anything I want. And a lot of my clothing is kids clothing now, vs being unable to find stuff large enough.
-The general public is nicer now, as if I suddenly have value and their permission to live, at least when they aren't being catty or discounting my hard work.
-Heat doesn't absolutely kill me anymore.
-People don't recognize me so I don't have to engage lol (this is such a huge perk!)
-I can get like 3-4 meals out of damn near every nice meal out.
Cons:
-Extra skin on my stomach makes it hard to see all my progress, and will cost more than a car to remove. Botox can handle the turkey waddle on my neck a little but that also will cost a lot to deal with.
-I cannot see how I really look--I am still that fatty in the mirror, and still refer to myself as fata**.
-Maintenance is expensive...Botox costs more, GLPs, protein stuff, meat, etc. And having to buy new clothing was not inexpensive either. (But kids clothes are way cheaper so win!)
-Maintenance overall is time consuming--rebuilding the lost muscle from a combination of fast weight lost and recovering from massive surgeries has been a long and challenging road. Meal prepping, making sure I have a supply of my GLPs, way more botox than before, etc.
-My OCD gets seriously flared up when the scale fluctuates. Tirz does help that, but sometimes it's like a total compulsion spiral.
-People are catty and while I have no problem handling that in a less than polite manner, it's still obnoxious. I also think it's weird that despite looking ripped, people think I am some frail little weakling.
-Men still don't hit on me (I am actually ok with that for the most part
🤣), and unfortunately the only ones that reciprocate "interest" when I hit on them are married and I am not tolerant of that.
-I get dehydrated SUPER fast, so I need to hammer electrolytes pretty often since water goes through me faster than most people (bariatric surgery related.) I have to bring a lot of water with me for tournament weekends so that I can keep myself hydrated.
-This is more related to the bariatric part, but I cannot just spontaneously go eat somewhere. There's a lot of timing and planning involved.
Down 83 lbs, and at maintenance.
Airline travel, absolutely! Not only do I fit in the seat better, but now I usually have to tighten the seatbelt from whoever was sitting there last, rather than loosen it almost to the end. 🙂
People I interact with in public are nicer to me. Sad, but true. 🙂
My husband's and kids' friends tell them I'm hot. 🤭
Not sweating at the slightest hint of heat or exertion. 🙂
Having to buy all new clothes. 🙁
Extra skin on my abdomen and under my chin. 🙁
And, yeah, sitting on hard surfaces. 🙁
Hell to the yes on that sweating thing. I can sit out all day at a baseball tournament in the summer or will run in jeans during lunch on a 95 degree day, and while I will sweat, I am also not dying from heat exhaustion! That's a biggie.
But that extra skin...ugh. I worked so hard to get ripped, and I know my abs are probably pretty nice but you'd never know it because of the skin in the way. If it didn't cost a fortune to get taken care of, I'd totally do it.
What surprised me the most was the reaction of other people. I'm down 112lbs, which for me is 46% of my body weight and a change from a BMI of 39 to 21. My spouse was looking at some pre-weight loss photos. It was painful to see, but I understand other people's reaction. I don't recognize myself. It is a complete transformation. After decades of looking at fat me, even I am still struggling to accept that the new me is really me.
THAT right there. That is a big one. I do not see myself in the mirror at all. I have always had to do side-by-side photos of before and after to really see it and even then, I do not see it.
My therapist follows my instagram (as does my surgeon), and part of my therapy was that I had to post a selfie or a full body shot everyday so that I can see what everyone else sees -- so any post I made about working out or progress had to include that. I absolutely HATE it, I still hate it every damn day I post, and I always apologize to anyone who follows me because it's basically a nightmare of vanity for me. Like my face is this whole sea for yeeears. I hate it.