Posts Tagged ‘weight loss surgery’

checkeredsneakersAlong with a laundry list of declining health issues due to my massive obese self, my knees aided in my decision to have weight loss surgery May of 2011. I’ve lost around 140 pounds (it floats up and down depending on what I have stuffed in my mouth, how much sodium I’ve consumed…and whatever long jargon you can fathom for “haven’t been 100% focused”).

My staircase pre-op was a major obstacle. My landlord had to reinforce the staircase so it wouldn’t wobble when I waddled up (it wobbled without my waddle – my obesity did not cease the waddle wobble). My weight made the motion of stepping viciously painful. My knees would scream like I had rail road spikes driven through them. It was 19 steps to the top.

It is still 19 steps to the top.

As the weight started to drop, my activity level skyrocketed. Stairs – eh- touch and go. In October of 2011 I physically could not do the stair workout at the gym with my trainer (17 steps to the top). The pain was unreal (so I thought-apparently it gets worse). So he incorporated other activities. I did try spin for several months, got hooked on boxing drills, totally dug weights & TRX (I’m sick, I know); did cave into the elliptical even though I complained about it all the time. By January of 2012 I could do the stair workout. I had a 40lb weight loss before I resumed the activity. A few months later I tried a stair climber and fell right off. I discovered the row machine. I took a header over a stack of risers in front of about 50 people. I also attempted jumping rope.

If you ever want a lesson on how to hang yourself with a rubber tube via pony-tail, let me know.

I desperately wanted to run. I signed up for a 5K last spring, my knees wouldn’t cooperate. I would sign up for two more 5K’s and a marathon over the next 12 months, but the outcome was the same: knees wouldn’t cooperate. So I resolved myself to the fact I will not be a runner.

So I got into outdoor workouts, those were fun. Not so much for my knees. I do have to have my right knee replaced, like soon (2014 – probably before Spring). Still – my knees have gotten progressively worse in the past five months, and…

…my staircase has become an obstacle.

Again.

Coupled (or quadrupled – it’s a glass half full/empty thing) with all of the changes I’ve gone through since surgery, this knee thing has slammed me into a corner. I mean, I lost 140lbs and am about in tears by the 14th step (remember: there are 19-I count them every day).

That’s where I was before the surgery, minus the tears.

It’s both pissed me off and gotten me depressed. Say what you will, all of my accomplishments over the past 29 months feel completely quashed over this. I am so disappointed right now.

Final note: THIS situation should have been included in the insurance mandatory pre-surgery seminars I had to attend.

Imagine, if you will, alarm clock number one blares loudly from across the room at 4:30a.m. (yes, 4:30a.m. – we’ll discuss my inability to adhere to the self-imposed discipline of time management in another post) – anyways –

Alarm clock number one blared loudly from across the room at 4:30a.m.. It’s about six feet from the space where I continually dent my mattress (I bought one of those nosupposedtodent mattresses about six months before I had my weight loss surgery – dented it in three – and voided the warranty at the same time because I exceeded the weight allotment). I flipped the comforter off and heard something hit the floor. It sounded like a small bag of fish tank rocks plopped on a counter.

But before my brain could register something hit the floor, I promptly stepped in that:

trailmixAt least it wasn’t ice cream.

Everyday Sneakers. The front of the sneaker bends more than the gym sneaker, but the arch is solid as you can see.

sexybeastI’m working on a project to shine a light that will give a huge pat on the back to all the women out there who have literally worked their butts off. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to email your before picture. Include an after picture, but not just ANY after picture:

Make it sexy and sassy, and of course you must wear your favorite pair of sneakers.

Pictures need to be submitted by 8:00pm EST Friday July 26th as follows:

Subject line should read “Before and After Project” (otherwise it flies into a cyber black hole of spam).
Include your first name (or that by which you would like to be called).
Include your age (not date of birth).
Include the month & year of your weight loss surgery.
Non-ops can participate, too!!
Include your starting weight and how much weight you have lost. You can also include, if you would like: inches lost, pant sizes lost, etc.
Do not submit nakked pictures. Sports bras, shorts, things like that are fine.

Send your email to spdiaries@gmail.com, or any questions you may have!

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huuuuuhI love to share my unexpected moments of shame with the world. Like the day my pants fell down at the gym; or the day I slid seven feet to the floor off a Stair Master (twice); or the day my water bottle fell off the spin bike and exploded on the floor (that was my first spin class…my second was seven months later); or the day I had an all out brawl at Kohl’s in the lingerie (long-er-ay) section with Spanx (you know those were meant to be stepped into, not pulled over like a super big compression wrap?).

So I thought to invite you- the readers of Sneaker Porn Diaries, those who follow, and those who would never admit to following but they do – what’s your silly weight loss story?

The deadline for the Silliest Story…Like…Ever contest is July 15th, 2013. Submit your stories to sneakerporndiaries@yahoo.com using the following format:

Please put “SNP Silly Story Contest” in the subject line of your email.
Please keep your stories to no more than 700 words, check spelling and punctuation.
Be sure to include your before & after picture, and a picture of your favorite pair of sneakers.
Share your starting & current weight, age, city & state where you live.
First names and the first letter of your last name will be shared on the blog if your story is chosen.
If you have a blog, please include the blog address so your journey can be viewed by other readers!

Deadline for submissions is July 15th, 2013. The Silliest Story winners will be announced on July 20th, 2013. And yes, there will be a PRIZE!

slotmachineIf you are one of the hundred of thousands of women who jump on and off of a scale multiple times (i.e. all.day.long.), here’s a tip: install a quarter slot on the wall above the scale. Every time you step on the scale, insert a quarter. Bet you’re a millionaire by the end of the day.

Well, maybe not.

In addition to the rapid weight loss experienced by post-ops during the first year to year and a half after weight loss surgery, the need to weigh oneself constantly throughout the day (every day) can (and usually does) become a substantial problem. It’s called scale obsession, and we allow our attitude for the day to be completely dictated by what number ticks by on the little square under our feet. To some degree it’s a little funny. Seriously – who in the world would have thought scale obsession would be the addiction which replaced cartons of ice cream, quarter pounders, chips, M & M’s or (insert your food of choice here)…

Stand on the scale one too many times and you will allow it to define who you are: Darlin’ you are entirely too fat. Look. At. You. A whole pound in six hours – what were you thinking? Anxiety, negativity, feeling like a failure – none of this is conducive to a healthy body image. We already feel insecure with our body changes, why add to the baggage cart? Your weight will fluctuate throughout the day due to water weight/retention, a holiday or birthday indulgence (or chocolate attack at the office), pooping (yes…pooping), muscle mass, etc.

I am not a scale person – it doesn’t portray a clear picture of my weight loss.  The 33.5 inches I’ve lost in the last 24 months do.

Before you step on your scale again take a picture of yourself, then place it next to the picture of your former self. No scale can make you feel that good.