My Weight Loss Journey…

September, 2018 my doctor told me if I didn’t lose weight, I was going to die, and the hernia that they were going to repair was going to likely have to be re-repaired.

Ugh. And Double Ugh. I had kept my head buried in the sand for a while, and the scale went up and up. It was reading 427 pounds. Serious UGH. Nothing I did would budge that stupid scale down.

Until my head changed. I realized that it had to move. And it had to change. So, I scheduled an appointment with a bariatric surgeon who came highly recommended for his low complication rates.

I started my 6 months of tests that would ultimately lead to bariatric surgery, and started working out with a personal trainer twice a week.

When I started working out, I could barely walk to the end of my cul-de-sac without wanting to die, and honestly, getting onto the exercise bike required almost an act of God. (And probably 5 minutes of contortions to make it happen)

Fortunately, I have the most amazing personal trainer, who has stuck with me through thick and thin. Reminding me to drink my water, and get my protein, and get some movement in every day. Coach Chris has been SO supportive. I dropped 50 pounds before I had bariatric surgery, and gained strength and flexibility, and stamina. Amazing.