So much to talk about, so much to share. Here is where we will begin. We will start with the most current happenings and move backwards.
Tonight Heather spoke at our weight loss surgery support group. She has known about this for months, and public speaking is not exactly her cup of tea. It doesn't give her warm fuzzies. She has eaten all of her fingernails, most of her cuticles, and perhaps an actual finger bone. Do finger bones have a real name?
So she had a list of questions submitted in advance and we made a little powerpoint. Her focus, or topic, was strength training and how it pertains to the weight loss journey. There were tons of question about when, where, how much, how to build a butt, and how to get rid of skin and batwings. She sited a pretty good article about skin and demonstrated different moves that target the triceps. During this time, a girl raised her hand and stood up. She said she completely agreed with how important working out was, but that she had batwing surgery and still had droopy arms. She showed her arms. And yes, they had batwings.
And then she started to cry.
She called herself disgusting.
And I knew I had to act quick. Mainly because she was going to have me crying if she kept on.
So this is what I said.
"First of all, you are beautiful." (she was really cute) And yes, we have batwings. But what is the alternative? I weighed 327 and was "full" but going to fat. No batwings. Just fat arms. And there is a trade off. We are healthy now, with a little bit of sag."
I went on to make some joke about how, like a flying squirrel I could jump off a building, spread my batwings and fly. I talked about my boobies...how they are like socks and tennis balls. I tried to tell her that we are all jacked up somewhere...but it certainly doesn't make us disgusting.
We are better than when we started.
And yes. There are times when my saggy boobs, elephant inner thighs, loose belly, batwings, and cellulite all combine in some cataclysmic end of the world moment...and if it is paired with lack of sexy time...lord I am one ledge away from being labled a "jumper"...but most of the time I don't feel disgusting.
And certainly, all my beautiful people, a little bit of crazy skin does not make us disgusting. I hope I get a chance to meet that girl again so I can give her little Eskimo kisses or show her what I look like naked...okay...not totally naked...but you get my point.
Or perhaps I have no point.
Back to Heather. She was supposed to talk for 30 minutes. We barely managed to shut her up after an HOUR. She did very good though. Cracked a few jokes, told funny stories. I am very lucky to have her as my girlfriend.
With that said, I heard a nasty rumor that someone said that I am an unfair example of how the lapband can work because I have Heather.
stop the record
Let it be known that Heather is the most amazing person I have ever met. Let it be know that my muscles would not be what they are without her. She is extremely motivating in the fitness sense...but also let it be known I lost 140-150 pounds before I fell madly in love with her. And the one thing she cannot do is keep the food out of my mouth. If having a personal trainer, or a nutritionist, or money made weight loss easy....OPRAH WOULD BE THIN.
I rest my case.
She keeps me pushing forward, but I do a little bit of the work as well.
I rest my case.
And yes...Dr. Friedman did come to support group to give me a hug. And for one brief moment in the doorway of the meeting room, I was sandwiched between Heather and Dr. Friedman. It was like a dream. In fact, I have actually had that dream...
but there were less clothes involved.