lillithQ

I'm 59 years old, from New South Wales, Australia. My surgery date is 24 August 2016. I've been overweight all my life, though I've lost weight at times only to regain it and more - same old story. Since leaving work and moving to a rural area I've gained massive amounts of weight. I've finally acknowledged that I can't lose the weight through dieting and exercise; well I can in theory, but it takes relentless discipline that I don't have - hours at the gym and constant calorie counting. I don't want the rest of my life to be a depressing focus on my weight. 

I'm still healthy but who knows what the future might bring? Mostly I'm sick of feeling ashamed of my weight; of being The Fat Person at any event; of being mistaken for other fat people because apparently we all look alike. I want to not be noticed - to 'pass' in society; to never again sit in an airplane seat and hope the seatbelt will do up; to be able to go into any shop and buy clothes. I want to stop being the self-deprecating, funny fat woman. I want to go to the beach and actually go into the water, which I love; to be able to travel and jump on motorbikes and wear comfortable, flattering, loose clothing rather than sweaty, synthetic tents because that's the only stylish stuff I can find. 

Mostly, I want to be seen as ME - not some anonymous, ashamed fat person, judged simply because of my size.

Then I'm going to kick a lot of ass!

The good stuff? I love to travel, cook, volunteer in my local community, go hiking, take photos of beautiful, interesting things, spend loads of time with my fabulous family (including dogs) and friends. Life, despite my grumbling above, is great!