It's going to be a (down)hill climb
When I graduated from High School twenty years ago, I probably weighed about 130, which is slender for my 5’8″ frame.
In 1999, I was about 180 and quickly dropped to around 150.
Now, I no longer weigh 150. I no longer weigh 180. I’m now slightly heavier than I was when I was pregnant.
My reunion is coming up in five months and I’d like to NOT be asked “Oh! When are you due?” by people who actually don’t know that we have one child and made the painful decision to not have any more. I don’t want to have to explain to people that this isn’t a baby in my belly and there never will be… that my husband is no longer able to conceive children, actually.
I want to fit into that dress that I want.
But see, it’s not just for the reunion.
I want to ascend a flight of stairs without getting winded. I want my ankles to stop hurting, and I want to do what I can without surgery to alleviate what makes my back hurt every day of my life. I want to feel as self-confident as I did back when I was 150lbs.
Most people run or do pull-ups or other physically demanding things in order to lose their weight. Unfortunately, several exercises I am physically unable to do because of my EB. As a result, I’m walking as much as I can and doing Wii Fit every other night at home. I’m also keeping track of what I eat on an Iphone app called “LoseIt” which counts calories consumed and burned. I’m lucky enough to have my husband make a valiant effort right along with me. He was 20lbs less than I when we met twelve years ago. We now match each other in weight.
I started five days ago and have lost 2.6 lbs as of this evening.