Stepped on the Scale

Whoa.

I knew I had been gaining weight (and eating way too much) all year long, but dang.  The scale at the gym says 165.  One hundred and sixty-five pounds on a petite frame that is 5′ 1″ is not a healthy thing.

Having to buy size 14 pants last week should have clued me in that this was getting out of hand.  That’s four sizes up from where I was at the time of my hysterectomy two years ago, and it’s six sizes up from where I was at the time of my mastectomy and treatment five and a half years ago.

I miss my old clothes, and I miss the way I used to feel in them.  I miss the figure I used to have:  the one that was proportional and even pretty despite the dramatic change that resulted from cancer surgery and radiation.  I miss being able to climb stairs without feeling out of breath, and I miss feeling strong both inside and out.

The good news is that all that is within my power to have again.  I can lose this weight and the constant aches, pains, and fatigue that come with it.  In fact, I’m already on my way.  This is Day 3 of avoiding refined sugar and processed foods, and I’m determined to keep going.  Throw in some regular exercise and some key supplements (more about that later) and a new old me is on the way!

Advertisements