Slade here. Most call me "The Fat Man" (and with good reason).
I have happily lost 75 pounds. I now weigh 550, which is still big, but nothing like I was. I find I can breathe a litle easier (accent on the word "little") and can fit into some of my old clothes again. Such a feeling of gratitude!
I still have some health issues, but I am trying like hell to follow doctor's orders and to eat the right things. Still ain't easy when there's so much temptation around ....
Yet I am determined to lose this bulk. I hate having to depend on others just because I was stupid enough to eat my way up to 625 pounds. I was nearly bedridden and developed serious health complications as a result. I could have very easily had a massive stroke or heart attack, but it's by God's sovereign grace that I didn't. Each day, I'm doing a little better.
Baby steps. One day at a time.
I rely on my scooter to get me around when I'm out; at home, I use a walker. Don't feel confident yet to go without it. What if I were to fall accidentally? Who would get me up, and how? I'm no featherweight, that's for certain!
I check my blood pressure and blood sugar every day and eat foods that are good for my choleserol, heart, and lungs; no more of this fatty crap for me! I've gotten used to eating good-for-me food and have found out that there are plenty of tasty low-carb, low-fat recipes out there for me to enjoy.
I don't have a personal trainer, which is fine. Don't need a skinny minnie or skinny mickey telling me what to do and how to do it. I get my exercise by attending a low-impact water aerobics class twice a week at the hospital; it's done wonders for my morale and self esteem. Everybody in the class is so encouraging and loving and the instructors are so supportive.
I need that; I have had more than enough of the negativity, stares, and rude comments to last me for the rest of my life!
At night, I use oxygen, but that's okay. At least I'm breathing! I take my trusty tank with me wherever I go, just in case I need a snort. When asked why I use oxygen, I tell people, "Meet my dog, Charlie. Yep, taking him out for a walk." It puts people at ease.
So that's what is new with me. Still struggling, but doing better. Getting smaller. I am well on my way to renewed health. I can't wait until I am able to do more things for myself; I have had enough of living life as a fat person! I want to take my life back. With God's help, I will be able to do it! I just gotta hope, trust, and believe!
~To be continued.~