I know some people have been interested in my weight loss as its encouraging. I thought I might recap the whole story thus far.
When I first moved to Long Beach, I weighed 285 and wore a tight 3X, owned a few 4X. I have to admit, I resigned myself to it. I figured I would die at that weight. I do not say, die from that weight as my BP & cholesterol were fine. I was just deeply sedentary and content with that.
For some reason, emotional in nature, I just lost my appetite. It vanished. Neither of these circumstances bothered me and I have to tip my hat to Long Beach as the people here never made me feel bad (not like Newport Beach) for being so heavy.
August of 2017 I was required to see my prescribing doctor. I was shocked to see I weighed 250. It was entirely unexpected but the effect was gigantic as it shouted to me that I was not doomed to live at 285. Thus, I got curious to see what I could do.
I started walking. I walked to the park 5 blocks away, sat for a while and walked home. I did that for a few weeks. In half that time I did not need to sit to recover. St Matthew’s Catholic Church was 5 more blocks and hosts a diorama of Juan Diego, kneeling with his tilma in front of Our Lady of Guadalupe. I started to walk to Her. I sat and enjoyed Her company. Round trip is about .6 mile. All the while losing a few pounds when I had the courage to look. Honestly the weight loss was not my elixir, it was the mobility.
By Christmas I was about 225. I scoured my house of every bad cookie, cracker, ice cream, frozen pizza and ALL meat. GONE. Every piece of clothing that was a PLUS (1X, 2X, 3X, 4X) was donated. I saved a few favorites and took them in.
Weight loss had slowed down significantly but mobility exploded. I discovered the BLUFF. I put on my Beats and, for the first time, pushed myself to walk the length and back; 1.8 miles. I began writing the #bluffreport and thought this might be a forever thing.
The 2018 Women’s March was my first. Every other march I had gone to (100s) I would drive to the end and wait. But this year, I marched. Jumping ahead, I walked 6 miles on PRIDE Sunday. The terrible fear of not being able to keep up is over. The March for Our Lives and Dyke March were “a walk in the park.”
The weight goal was just to stand on the scale and see the first number on the left to be a ONE. It took many weeks but by April, that digital number was 199. And it just stood still all of April and May. That was fine. I got all new clothes (new to me). I bought some XL tees.
Today, it was 197. I looked and looked. I really thought 199 was my new home. I had hoped to lose 100 which would be 185 but let that float away. It hardly mattered anymore. To be honest, I like that I am still able to lose. Maybe I will see 185. BUT I will see you at the next march. I will be wearing a tee.