I can't even believe I need to write this post, but here I go.
I used to have a band blog. I was one of those "superstar" bloggers. I lost 100 pounds. I started out at nearly 300 pounds. I was down to 189. Life was awesome. I worked out like crazy. I took nutrition classes. I never missed a support group. I was invincible. I was going to meet all of my goals, almost effortlessly. I felt bad for those poor slobs who ate like crap and never worked out and had trouble with their bands. It was magical, if you weren't stupid or lazy. I had a popular blog. All of my real life friends and family wanted to know the secret of my success. So I shared my blog with them.
Yeah. And then reality happened.
Regain. I weigh 228 pounds now. Damn it...I didn't want to say that out loud.
I had some legal problems. I had some money problems. My husband was laid off. I was underemployed. We almost lost our home. I quit my fancy gym for 6 months. I was working two jobs.
I was having trouble with my band (stress? probably) and really couldn't afford $150 for every fill/unfill so I stayed at unhealthy fill levels for too long. I spent MONTHS way too loose, gained weight. I got a big fat fill and couldn't eat anything other than nachos and soup, gained weight. I was too sick with nausea and acid reflux to work out. I vomited at the gym multiple times so I stopped going.
Excuses, I know. But that's reality.
My blog, my safe place to vent, was gone. I didn't want to talk about my problems and have everyone I knew reading about them. I didn't want pity. I didn't want everyone's well meaning but useless "solutions" to all my problems.
Mostly I was ashamed. I still am.
So I stopped blogging. I told very few people about what was going on. But I'm here to tell you...
I need support.
I need help.
I'm not ready to go public, but I need my safe space. So I'm starting this new blog anonymously. And I hope you will read it and give me some support. I will share my identity with my bariatric friends in time, but not yet. Please give me a minute.
I have started over, not just here, but in life. I got an unfill. I had 6.8 cc's in my band and I had 3.8 taken out, leaving me with 3 cc's. I feel fine...just hungry. I'm working out 3-4 times per week. I worked out a deal with my trainer at the fancy gym in exchange for my services and got a cheap membership. In addition, I have a couple of good friends who are trainers and they're opening a gym this week, so I can go there too. I have significantly improved my eating habits and am down about 8 pounds. I can eat solid protein and veggies again.
We had a resolution to a good portion of our legal issues last week and things are looking up there. We refinanced our home and are not going to lose it anytime soon.
So here I am. And that's all I have right now.
Thanks for reading.