northern

I have no idea what to talk about.

I'm feeling better these days.

Admitting that I was feeling more depressed than usual was a great bit of therapy in and of itself.

So I'm doing better.




Here's something.....

A couple weeks ago, the clerk at the post office asked me, "How much weight have you lost?"

I go to the post office about once a month to buy newly issued stamps.

I was taken aback a bit by the question from a stranger.

She explained that she hadn't seen me in a few months, and that it appeared that I had lost some weight.

It felt great to hear that.

My weight loss has been so gradual that I really don't notice it.

So it was great to hear from a stranger that it's noticable.




As I was typing the above, I decided to weigh myself.

I rarely weigh myself.

There are two reasons.

The first is that for many years, there were no scales that could handle my weight.

Yes, I'm serious.

Most scales don't go over 300 pounds, some go up to 330.

I know that three years ago, right before my weight loss surgery I weighed 350 pounds.

That was using a scale at the hospital where I had the surgery. Until then I had no idea what I weighed for sure, since even the old-fashioned scale at my doctor's office didn't go high enough.

So I never got into a habit of checking my weight since there was no way to do it.

The second reason is that I worry I'll become the type of person who checks their weight after every meal, and I just don't think that's very healthy emotionally.

Of course, perhaps I should check it more than every six months or so.




The point being that I just pulled the scale out of its' hiding place and checked my weight.

Ever since the postal clerk pointed out my weight loss, I've been wondering if I've reached that symbolic marker of 100 pounds lost.

Yes, I have!!

In fact, about 100.5 pounds.

It's been three years since the surgery, so it hasn't been a rapid loss, but it's a wonderful feeling.

I know that without the surgery, I would probably have not only not lost weight, but would have gained even more.




So I'm feeling even better now.

It's a good thing I don't weigh myself often, because with the festive eating season upon us, I figure I may gain a couple pounds.

And I'm fine with it.




Now if only I could convince myself to try wearing jeans.

As some of you may have noticed, I wear sweatpants.

Jeans have always been a difficult fit for me, even before I gained a lot of weight. They never seem to fit right.

But they still look better than sweatpants.

And I have my old, smaller sized clothing still.

Which is a relief, because I can't afford new clothes.

I know the clothes I've been wearing are probably a size or two too big, but I've worn baggy clothing for most of my adult life, in an attempt to cover my fat.

Now that I'm merely overweight instead of "severely morbidly obese" as I was diagnosed years ago, maybe I shouldn't be too hung up on my beer belly showing.

I'll think about it.

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