Towards the end of an 8-mile hike through slot canyons.

Towards the end of an 8-mile hike through slot canyons.

Cleaning out my computer files, I ran across this journal entry titled “NOT Forever Fat”:

I have been fat for so long, it’s hard to imagine that I can ever be thin. I stare at my body in the mirror and I see layers of fat, stretch marks, and floppy skin. Can it ever be that my body will be svelte and “normal” looking again? 

For so many years, I have followed diets, worked out to the point of injury, dieted to the point of starvation, and still, my body was lumpy, over-sized and unhealthy. It’s really hard to imagine that there is hope. I’m afraid to hope. So many times I have hoped and so many times my hopes have been dashed. I have gained and lost enough weight for four people. Is it really possible that I can once again be a healthy weight? Is it really possible that I could be a size 12? A size 10?

I wrote this one month before undergoing Gastric Sleeve Resection surgery for weight loss in October, 2012.

As of today, I have lost 107 pounds, and I am a size 14.

With 50 pounds more to go, I still have “layers of fat, stretch marks, and floppy skin.” Some of that will never go away, but losing the weight so far has helped me feel comfortable in that floppy skin. My confidence grows with every hike and with every pound I lose.

What helps is a club I joined over a year ago: TOPS. It’s a support group for people losing weight. I spent this past weekend in Casper at State Recognition Days where we celebrated people’s successes. As part of that success, I shared my story, which is reprinted here for you to read:

For as long as I can remember, I have had a weight problem, and for as long as I can remember, I have been dieting. Like countless other dieters, I have lost and gained hundreds of pounds. I have been on every diet and spent who-knows-how-much money on weight loss programs. I lost some weight, but it always came back, and I never reached my goal. Finally, exhausted and hopeless, I gave up.

In 2010, I was forced to take my health seriously when I was diagnosed with stage-3 breast cancer six weeks before my wedding. Desperate for a silver lining, I told my doctor, “at least I’ll lose weight!” My doctor shook her head: “You’ll gain weight with all of the steroids we’ll be pumping into you. Don’t diet. You need your strength. You can eat whatever you want.” At first I thought that was the silver lining, but honestly, I didn’t feel like eating much at all. My appetite vanished, and food I love, like chocolate, no longer appealed to me. Despite having no appetite, my weight ballooned to 315 pounds.

Dealing with cancer was difficult, but I finally found the silver lining: cancer forced me to examine my life and make health a top priority. After treatment, and with my doctor’s permission, I began dieting again. I lost some weight, but I needed help.

Help came when a friend gave me a book called My Choice. I read the book from cover to cover, and that was my introduction to TOPS. I tried the program on my own—even purchasing an online membership. I realized, however, that I could not and I did not want to be alone. Finally, I took the step and found TOPS, Chapter 20, in Sheridan. My first TOPS meeting scared me. I sat in my car for several minutes working up the nerve to walk in. I did go in, and immediately, I felt welcome. I felt like I had found my place.

Finding my place helped me, but it didn’t make losing weight easier. I still struggled. The scale yo-yo’d up and down week after week. The hardest part of losing weight was dealing with my emotions. After cancer, my hormones and emotions fluctuated wildly (just ask my husband!). My metabolism also changed. Losing weight was nearly impossible. Granted, I had lost 26 pounds in a year, but still, every week, I felt more and more helpless. Despite following my doctor’s program, the weight would not come off. My doctor told me that if I didn’t lose weight, the cancer would return. I didn’t want to give up. I didn’t want to die. TOPS helped give me the courage to face reality: willpower was not enough. I needed more help.

In October of 2012, I decided to have weight loss surgery. Many people think that weight loss surgery is the “easy way out.” It is not. The surgery gave me a tool to help lose weight consistently. I still struggle daily with what to eat, when to eat, how much to eat, and when to exercise. I also struggle with emotional eating. The difference is that, for me, it is physically impossible to binge on unhealthy food. If I do, I become ill. Surgery has forced me not just to deal with my physical health, but also my emotional health. Instead of turning to food for emotional support, I deal with my emotions, and my TOPS family helps. From February to December 2012, I lost 48 pounds. Since January, I have lost even more. I did not do this alone. I had help from several entities: cancer, friends, family, surgery, doctors, and TOPS. Without this help, I believe I would not have been this successful, and I look forward to continuing my journey with their support.

Hiking a steep trail in the Big Horn Mountains

Hiking a steep trail in the Big Horn Mountains

I share this not to trumpet my own success, but to help others who may be struggling with such a journey.

Weight loss, no matter how you go about it, is like climbing: it isn’t easy, but getting to the top is worth every struggle, ache, and pain. It just takes one step at a time.


6 thoughts on “Success…Finally!

  1. Thanks for sharing your struggle. I’m so glad you are working hard toward a healthier You! But, there are those of us who love you no matter what you look like, whether fat or svelte, floppy skin or not. I know you know that, but it is something that cannot be said too often. I, too, struggle to believe that reality. You are so inspiring! Keep it up!

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