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The Christmas Party

The smallest I have ever been in my adult life was 180. When I weighed 180-185 I had a wonderful green jacket that matched my eyes and looked really good on me.   I have dreamed about wearing that green jacket to our office Christmas party ever since I transferred to the department.   Once a year everyone in the southern half of the state gets together for an office Christmas party. There are about 70 people at the party- and this is the only time a year we see each other.   When I first moved to this work group I weighed 215. The last time they saw me I was 240. I gained up to 260- but that was the year I took the vacation day so I wouldn't have to go.   I have dreamed about being able to wear that green jacket to our Christmas party for 8 years. The party is next week. I am 10 pounds short. I am losing 1-2 pounds a week now. I know there is no way I will be able to make it.   It crushes me that for the first time in years I am soooo close. And to JUST MISS my goal.   I keep trying to cheer myself up by saying NEXT CHRISTMAS THAT SIZE 14 GREEN JACKET WILL BE TOO BIG.   But honestly, it isn't helping much. I am half tempted to go out and buy something new. I haven't bought anything new since before my surgery. I had so many old clothes I could lose back into.

LUCYCAT

LUCYCAT

 

Ahh It's The Ex!

I was in a relationship for what felt like forever. I thought we were happy. I decided I wanted to have VSG surgery and it was like flipping a switch. My boyfriend slowly freaked out on me. He started telling me about all these guys he knew who’s wives had WLS and then ran off with some other man.   He started losing weight like crazy. He started walking every day- but not with me. Actually, he seemed to arrange for me to have something to do every evening so I couldn’t walk.   He bought a new red sports car. He started dressing different. He did everything but tattoo “Mid-Life Crisis” on his forehead…but it was kinda gimme.   One day he tells me that he loves me and is very thankful that I am a part of his life. 5 days later he dumps me. He says he no longer feels a “spark”. The timing was awesome. Just a few scant weeks before my surgery.   We haven’t spoken since. I haven’t seen him.   Flash forward a few months. I have lost 62 pounds since the start of the year and 47 pounds since surgery. I am below 200 pounds for the first time in nearly a decade.   I walk every evening at a local church gym. I have noticed that his name has started to appear on the sign in sheet. It keeps getting closer and closer to the time that I walk. Yesterday, if I hadn’t stopped at the Goodwill on my way to go walking, I would have run into him and his teenage daughter.   I do not want to set eyes upon this man in all the rest of my days. I also do not want to give up my walking location. My walk has become the best part of my day. This local gym is not very crowded and it is right on my way home. It is, however, about 30 min away from my ex-boyfriends house. He has to go out of his way to walk at this gym.   I realize that it is probably just morbid curiosity on his part. We have mutual friends. Those friends have started to notice I have lost weight and have started making comments about it. Those friends KNOW I go walking at this gym every night.   I have no idea what I will do if I bump into him. I would like to just give him the stink eye and keep walking….but I am not sure that would be socially appropriate with his teenage daughter standing beside him.

LUCYCAT

LUCYCAT

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