Just a little note about how of late, it’s 7:30 and boom, it’s golden hour! I am in love with the sun here. Sunsets… golden hour… the plants on my western-exposure balcony… have a good night, everyone!
I posted a couple of weeks ago about the looming invisible boundary of 400 pounds. Well, I crossed it. Which means that, despite looking like a very fat, somewhat disabled person to people who haven’t been on this journey with me, I have lost 167 pounds from when I started glp-1 meds and 312 from my highest measured weight. (Much of that super - high weight was due to edema, which is why I put it in somewhat of a different category. I lost 100 pounds in no time in the hospital, due to strong diuretics prescribed to, as my doctor at the time said, « squeeze [me] like an orange. »)
But still… still… I’m a very fat person, yet I’m also able to do so much more now that I really try to enjoy and not compare to others. I probably won’t ever be in straight sizes, but I suppose you never know. I’m on 12.5 of Zepbound, and losing has definitely slowed down. I kind of don’t want to go up to 15 because I don’t want to be at the end of the line, if that makes sense.
My desires are much more about clothing sizes and mobility /strength /balance /endurance than about a particular weight. If I could ever fit into a 3x, that would be dreamy. (I’m in a 5x now.) A size 22 is actually my dream size. I was a 22 in my early twenties, and I was a hot tomahto!
I remind myself that there are lots of other drugs in the pipeline, and that I can’t see the future. So I may be able to get another 150 pounds down, you never know, right ?