Thank you for the very broad statement about your perception of my health. Since you are not, to my knowledge, my physician and would have no way of knowing anything concerning the state of my bones or internal organs, I’ll let you in on a little secret: My health was fine. My weight was never a concern during any of my checkups. My bloodwork was normal, heart and lungs functioning normal, blood pressure, cholesterol, etc., I was peachy.
If you have an axe to grind, I’d appreciate it if you’d take it somewhere else.
I do feel better, but not for the reasons that you and Nava seem to be focusing on. The weight I was carrying wasn’t just the pounds of flesh on my body. It was the turmoil in my soul, from the hatred I held for myself, from my perceived disgust. Loss of the physical weight would have been nothing, meant nothing, without the loss of the emotional weight from last week. I’ve lost weight, but the more important weight that I lost (which inspired me to make this thread to begin with) didn’t come from diet and exercise. I lost my heaviest weight from self-acceptance.
I once had a similar moment. I was at work. It was 2:00 AM and I was walking to the other end of the hospital for lunch.
The hallway had floor to ceiling windows on one side. As I walked I caught a glimse of someone next to me. I thought one of my co-workers was trying to catch up.
It was me, in a thin body. I was shocked. In my mind I was still 80 lbs over weight. It was the moment I became proud to be me.
