Mydoghasfleas
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I never thought I would do this, join a forum about my weight. Thought I could do it all by myself. One time I also thought I would be difficult to hypnotise, until a hypnotherapist tapped me on the forehead and I was under; she did damn all for my weight loss although my wallet lost several hundred pounds - how many times have you heard that.
Anyhow, enough history for the moment. I peaked at 21stone, started the pre-op diet at 20st 5lb, surgery at 19st 5lb, now 14st 2ib but seem to be at a plateau. I want to lose more but I am encountering an old problem - the big white thing in the kitchen and the biscuit tin. I thought I had overcome the magic pull these have but I keep finding myself walking away chomping like an OCD sleepwalker.
I feel sure some of you have had this and some of you overcome it. Please tell me how.
I took loads of trousers,several suits and jackets to the charity shop last November. The village is well prepared for an outbreak of morbid obesity now. I stopped being obese 3 weeks ago (whoooooo hoooo). Last night I emptied more out of the wardrobe, formal and casual shirts, pools, more trousers. The folded pile stands at just over 5 feet high I cannot believe it, I hope the charity shop has enough room. The biggest shock in the pile is a suit that I bought 3 months post op for work because, I had lost 8 inches round my chest and 4 inches from my waist; I wore it less than 10 times and it now swamps me.
I have never felt this aware of living because I now realise what I had allowed myself to become. I have gained some extra years and have realised how little time we really have, particularly when so much of my life is behind me.
So having asked for help, for anyone waiting for surgery or prevaricating about it. SEIZE THE DAY. Every day you stop from doing something because your weight prevents you is a day lost! Every day is precious. Last week I ran out of petrol, on the way to fill up, I jogged 700 yards because I suddenly realised I could. Big deal? Well it was for me. I'd loved to have seen the grin on my face that evening.
Anyhow, enough history for the moment. I peaked at 21stone, started the pre-op diet at 20st 5lb, surgery at 19st 5lb, now 14st 2ib but seem to be at a plateau. I want to lose more but I am encountering an old problem - the big white thing in the kitchen and the biscuit tin. I thought I had overcome the magic pull these have but I keep finding myself walking away chomping like an OCD sleepwalker.
I feel sure some of you have had this and some of you overcome it. Please tell me how.
I took loads of trousers,several suits and jackets to the charity shop last November. The village is well prepared for an outbreak of morbid obesity now. I stopped being obese 3 weeks ago (whoooooo hoooo). Last night I emptied more out of the wardrobe, formal and casual shirts, pools, more trousers. The folded pile stands at just over 5 feet high I cannot believe it, I hope the charity shop has enough room. The biggest shock in the pile is a suit that I bought 3 months post op for work because, I had lost 8 inches round my chest and 4 inches from my waist; I wore it less than 10 times and it now swamps me.
I have never felt this aware of living because I now realise what I had allowed myself to become. I have gained some extra years and have realised how little time we really have, particularly when so much of my life is behind me.
So having asked for help, for anyone waiting for surgery or prevaricating about it. SEIZE THE DAY. Every day you stop from doing something because your weight prevents you is a day lost! Every day is precious. Last week I ran out of petrol, on the way to fill up, I jogged 700 yards because I suddenly realised I could. Big deal? Well it was for me. I'd loved to have seen the grin on my face that evening.