Since giving up Facebook, I have gotten more into InstaGram. Looking through all the pictures, I stumbled upon pictures of me before I got sick and before all the weight loss. Every time I see those old photos. I was my heaviest in 2013 (when my mother suddenly passed away). It was around that time I had just begun a gluten-free diet.
I walk as my primary form of exercise and it’s not as often as I would like. Now that chemo is done, I will resume walking. I do not want to put on all the weight I have lost.
While diet change and walking do count toward a bit of the weight loss, mostly illness has been the primary factor. I went through a lot with the Celiac’s and a then the tumor that grew for two years before I could get the medical world to believe it wasn’t an ulcer and finally treated me.
If I had to have cancer, at least a massive weight loss was the silver lining. I don’t often share photos of myself (and I rarely smile in them). Here are some that show my transformation. I did cut my hair to a pixie cut when I was diagnosed. It was the only thing in my life I could control. I’m actually happy with it. Super easy to maintain and color (because I will not go gracefully into that grey night).
If you have a Facebook account, you might be familiar with a semi-new feature called, “On this day”. It allows you to look back on your posts that you made that day, from years ago. Some days, the memories are ones I don’t care to remember. Others are one that I can’t believe I had forgotten or immediately bring a smile to my face.
Since 2012-2013, when I discovered I had Celiac’s Disease, during one of the hardest times in my life, losing my sister and mother within a year of each other, I started undergoing a body transformation.
Can I pinpoint exactly what has caused the weight-loss I experienced? No. There’s been a combination and I to say which one has done more is virtually impossible. Obviously, having to change my diet to a gluten-free one was a factor. Having a stress-level, that probably reach an unhealthy level was another. Then there were the days and weeks that I was accidentally “glutened” or just didn’t care and ate food that would hurt me. My body responded appropriately and emptied my system (rather violently at times) and/or caused great pain to remind me that I can’t do that. Eating healthier, giving up soda, becoming addicted, and competitive, on with my basic FitBit, drinking more water has all played a factor in my weight loss.
So what does this have to do with Facebook? On July 6, 2016, I had “memories” to look back on and there was one from 2013. I couldn’t believe looking at the picture how much I had changed. Ironically, that morning, I had my daughter take a full body pic of me (almost never do this). I had her do it because I liked the comfy outfit I was wearing and the jeans now another size smaller.
I decided to put the two pictures side by side. I was blown away. So much so, I shared it with my Facebook friends. Those who know me, know I don’t share many pictures of myself, esp. full body ones. Even my eldest child, who loves to give me grief and isn’t known for compliments, gave me credit for my dramatic change. I didn’t spend money I didn’t have on a gym, diet pills, or even increase my exercise level dramatically. I walked a bit more and watched what I was eating. Ok, I had to watch what I was eating because of the Celiacs, but it was still an opportunity to evaluate my food and beverage choices. I occasionally will have a soda from time to time or on a bad day, eat half a tub of ice cream, but I still am dropping the weight because I choose to make a conscious effort.
I never thought I would lose as much weight as I have; over 40 pounds. It’s staying off because it’s been gradual. Slow and steady wins the weight-loss race.
My husband has this habit of watching television during dinner. It’s not my idea, but it’s just one of the many marriage compromises we’ve made. I typically sit with my back to the television and my daughter and husband watch while they eat.
The show that’s on goes to commercial. Why I chose to look at watch this one, I’ll have no idea. It was yet another weight-loss commercial. It starts off asking, “can’t lose those last few stomach pounds, no matter what you do?”. It goes on to say how they do skin tightening and liposuction.
Around this time, I hear whispering, but not actual words. It takes me a moment to draw my eyes away from the television and back to the table. This is when I notice my daughter, who is sitting across from me, learning over as far as possible. She is the source of the whispering.
Now that I’m paying attention, she’s still whispering. I can make out the words, “sign up; sign up”. I give her an OMG you did not just say that look. I told myself, “don’t kill her”. Then I used her full name, sat her back down and gave a mild chastising about respect. She is toying with that fine line and what she can and can’t get away with.
It was funny, but I had to say something in a corrective tone. Granted, I’ve lost 40 lbs and have kept it off and I could stand to lose a few more, especially around my tummy, as the commercial pointed out, but I don’t believe in surgery for that.