That Poor Dear

Today I went grocery shopping. It's a task I actually enjoy now as I can look at food, reminisce, and move along. I went to look at the pastas... yum! But no. I also saw the soda... delicious! But nope. There was an endcap of chips and cheez-whiz... oh boy! Um, no, not that either. I did not buy myself cookies, cakes, ice cream, smoked gouda & crackers, pizza pockets, etc, but I did get a bottle of water.

As I was leaving I saw a girl about my age, perhaps a little older, getting out of her car. She was quite heavy but the thing that struck me was her oxygen tank she had to carry with her. Of course I do not know her circumstances, perhaps she has a lung disease or some other issue, but I can't help but put myself in her shoes and wonder when I, too, would need an oxygen tank had I not had gastric bypass. I would get winded halfway through one shopping trip and now I call it an easy day if I only have 5 errands to run while toting kids along. I easily go through my day without thinking about it but days like today happen and I remember where I came from and how far I've come so quickly.

I've stated over and over about the freedom from weight and I truly mean it. When I went to Target the other day I looked at the clothes and thought - I can actually shop in regular sizes and not bound to the PLUS. I'll probably have to get an XL but the point is I am able to shop in the regular cute sections and not have to find my way to the back of the women's clothes area next to the maternity wear. (Oh, this is CUTE! Oh, it's maternity... of course it is.)

This picture I weighed in at 219.4. I'm wearing my size 16 jeans which I haven't worn since I was abou t 17 or 18.