Oh hell no!
So... over the last few months I have joined weight watchers and lost about 30 lbs due to the pictures of me taken at Christmas.... (seriously who was that?!?!). Does anyone else suffer from a completely inaccurate body image? I mean, I knew I was over weight but, when I would look in the mirror I generally just saw me. The me I have always been with maybe a bit more weight on her. When I saw those X-mas pictures of myself standing next to my mother or sister and they appear in the pictures to be the same people they are in real life I knew that it wasn't just the camera adding that mythical 10lbs they say the camera adds.
I was quite simply... FAT.
Anyway... knowing that
gretchney's wedding is approaching and that I would have to squeeze into a bridesmaids dress I got on board with losing weight and so far so good. Just 50 more lbs to reach my goal. (Probably won't hit it by October but, at least I will not be the cow I was at Xmas)
Last night I witnessed yet another reason why losing the weight is imperative for me. I hung out with my great aunt and my mother. We picked up my aunt at her assisted living home and sprung her for dinner out with the girls. My aunt has been obese for as long as I can remember and when I was a child she was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. She is now in her 70's, still over weight and as a result has essentially lost all functionality in both of her legs. Her knees cause her a lot of pain and when we pick her up it is literally a 10-20 minute process to get her into a car. It takes her and 1 to 2 other people to get her up onto her feet, helping her up by grabbing the waistband of her pants and holding her under her armpits. Then she is facing the car and needs to turn around to sit back down. This is the tricky part.... you stand there making sure that the door of the car is braced so she has something stable to hold onto while she looks down at her feet and says "OK foot.... move."...... no movement "c'mon foot" maybe a twitch of movement. Finally, 10 minutes later, she has managed to turn around so her but is facing the car and then everyone holds their breath as she attempts to sit in the car with out knocking herself out on the door frame.
Outwardly she handles is so well... it has got to be frustrating, embarrassing and depressing yet she still has the will to do it. I would just give up if I knew it would be such an event just to get in and out of a car. Anyway... that CANNOT be me when I get older.
I was quite simply... FAT.
Anyway... knowing that
gretchney's wedding is approaching and that I would have to squeeze into a bridesmaids dress I got on board with losing weight and so far so good. Just 50 more lbs to reach my goal. (Probably won't hit it by October but, at least I will not be the cow I was at Xmas)
Last night I witnessed yet another reason why losing the weight is imperative for me. I hung out with my great aunt and my mother. We picked up my aunt at her assisted living home and sprung her for dinner out with the girls. My aunt has been obese for as long as I can remember and when I was a child she was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. She is now in her 70's, still over weight and as a result has essentially lost all functionality in both of her legs. Her knees cause her a lot of pain and when we pick her up it is literally a 10-20 minute process to get her into a car. It takes her and 1 to 2 other people to get her up onto her feet, helping her up by grabbing the waistband of her pants and holding her under her armpits. Then she is facing the car and needs to turn around to sit back down. This is the tricky part.... you stand there making sure that the door of the car is braced so she has something stable to hold onto while she looks down at her feet and says "OK foot.... move."...... no movement "c'mon foot" maybe a twitch of movement. Finally, 10 minutes later, she has managed to turn around so her but is facing the car and then everyone holds their breath as she attempts to sit in the car with out knocking herself out on the door frame.
Outwardly she handles is so well... it has got to be frustrating, embarrassing and depressing yet she still has the will to do it. I would just give up if I knew it would be such an event just to get in and out of a car. Anyway... that CANNOT be me when I get older.