Yeah, so I learned a valuable lesson this morning. One I learned YEARS ago from my dad and somehow managed to forget. The best way to keep a secret is not to tell anyone. The updated version is never tell someone something you wouldn't want the world to know. This morning I woke up to a link that reminded me that keeping something personal is impossible on the web. Imagine my surprise when a 'friend' decided to blurt out how I was 'coming out' since losing weight and it was about time to show how my outside looked as good as my inside. This was a HUGE surprise to me since all that I did is post some new photos on Flickr. Apparently posting photos is the equivalent of 'coming out'. So... since my weight loss has been discussed and now posted on someone's blog I might as well share what has been happening. Mind you, It's not like I've been keep this a huge secret. I have told people. I just wanted to keep it to those who were close to me and understood. Silly me...

Six months ago I had Bariatric surgery. Lets take it one step further... I used to be skinny. REAL skinny. I was active and could eat anything I wanted. Then I got into a bad car accident and it went down hill from there. I was laid up for a year with surgery, etc... and my metabolism slowed to a crawl. I slowly gained weight and tried all sorts of diets to lose it. What I didn't know was that every time I tried some new diet and ate less my metabolism went lower. All those fad diets killed my metabolism. Then I hurt my other knee and went in for surgery. Afterwards my back went out and I was almost immobile. I would stand to do dishes and my back would lock. I couldn't exercise to lose weight and the weight was killing me. It was a vicious circle and I had to put a stop to it. I finally agreed to do the surgery.

My life is very different now. I can't eat that much (no big deal) and have to be careful of what I eat or I get sick (kind of annoying). I remember talking to someone about the surgery who REALLY needed it. She was over 300 pounds easy and shook the ground when she walked. We talked about the procedure and what you had to give up. She balked and said no way because she loved food too much. That's when I knew I had made the right decision. Food is not worth your health.

A little about the procedure: My stomach is still there, but I don't use it. Instead they bypassed it and created a new 'stomach' the size of a 30 cc cup (like the ones you take meds with) that has an 8mm opening at the bottom (about the size of an eraser head). This means I have to eat slowly and chew everything until it can fit through that part. Needless to say, I have been dropping weight and starting to feel like me again. I can no longer wear my current clothes and have started wearing the older ones til I lose all of the weight. The best part is that I finally see ME again. I've still got a little ways to go, but it's all good.

If you have any questions about this I will be happy to answer. It was a rough ride to get to this point and I honestly didn't think I would even tell people about it. Weight has always been a sensitive issue for people and I guess I'm no different now that I've been on the other side of the size stick. I have learned a lot though. People judge you quicker, are less likely to be flirty and can be really mean.

About the 'outting'. I'm not going to mention (or link) the person who decided to talk about my weight loss. He didn't do it maliciously (that I know of) and did not mention the surgery. I do want to mention that I wasn't 'coming out' by posting a photo of me. I have taken many photos and just wasn't happy with the ones I was taking. But I have posted some so I don't know why he would think this was any different. To be honest this photo wasn't the greatest either. I had gotten back from chatting with Audie for about five hours and looked a tad tired. still... I was dressed nice and like the way my hair looked *vanity*. Anyway, back to your regularly scheduled blogging.

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