It was a humiliating situation, to say the least, and one I will never forget; too portly to enjoy. For one, I couldn’t schlep my enormous girth up onto the horse Carousel, and that not being the worst, the long, arduous wait to experience the “Space Mountain” roller coaster ended in a calamity. Hubby and I squeezed ourselves in, but there was no way I could do the seatbelt up; no way that sucker would clasp, so we were booted off of the ride. And that was that. I felt so miserable and it certainly put a damper on the entire trip. I vowed under no circumstances to be that hefty again and never was, but certainly, I wasn’t all that slimmer.
I have forever been the 200+ lb. girl for most of my adult life; the one who always shop in the plus-sized section, loathed visiting the doctor’s office for fear of getting weighed and knowing how much my weight increased. My weight usually fluctuated between 220-230 lbs. Also, I was and of course, the yo-yo dieter. The unsuccessful diets throughout the years, losing then gaining back extra. I failed to ever reach that my magic goal weight (180 for some reason), therefore, constantly considered myself a failure.
Really, at age 56, I faced the fact that I’m fat, will probably remain fat and that’s all there is to it. My clothes were always clean and neat, and strived to look as good as possible, but that fantasy of being thinner or even the thought of being thin was so far away that it was….just a dream. An unattainable dream…until I became very ill….
To be continued…..See “THE GALLBLADDER FROM HELL”
Written by: Deb