I'm going to try to make this as negative as possible, so that when future looming diet begins and stalls, I can come back here and read all the things that make my life so difficult these days, at about 100 lbs over ideal.
To think I now qualify for bariatric surgery by weight alone, and not just by the symptoms themselves (CPAP, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, bad knees, low energy), is scary and frustrating. I was on a diet earlier ths year and doing well, but stopped... Don't know why, exactly. Of course, I now weigh more than I did before I started.
I've been frantically cleaning for almost a week to get the house ready for my daughter and son-in-law's visit for Thanksgiving, and am worn to a frazzle, as my mother would say. Left knee hurts, left hip hurts. Whenever I sit for any length of time, it's difficult to get back up and moving. Yesterday Elizabeth and I went shopping and I was miserable. And then to find no clothes to fit (need new pants for work and one size is too small, the next size up is too large) is just plain frustrating.
And the recumbent exercise bike that I got for a 10-year work anniversary gift two years ago continues to fight being put together. Last night the kids were helping me and we were still unsuccessful at getting some bolts screwed in. Why does this have to be so difficult?
Sorry for all the negativity, but it serves a future purpose.
