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Body Transformed
A Journey of Surgical Weight Loss


My First 50
September 7, 2004

I have officially lost 50 pounds and have dropped from size 26/28 to size 22. It's hard to believe how different I look and how much better I feel. I've lost more fat than my five-year-old weighs. I try to imagine what 50 pounds of fat would look like all piled up. I picture 50 packages of butter stacked up high. It's just difficult to comprehend what losing 50 pounds really means.

I had a really cool "weight loss moment" this week. I went to the store to buy some new pants because everything in my closet is falling off. For the first time in over 10 years I'm wearing real, actual jeans! Not stretch denim elastic waist "big girl" pants that try to pass for jeans. These are zip up, button top, non-stretchy regular denim jeans. Sure, they're size 22 and still come from the "plus size" store, but they look and feel really good. I left the store with a huge smile on my face.

I've always hated knowing that my obesity is an embarrassment to my kids. It's hard on a kindergartner when his classmates say things like "Whoa, Gabe, your mom is really FAT!" I'm looking forward to going to the county fair and riding the Ferris wheel. As an obese woman, I've been apprehensive about putting myself in a position that might result in my size being a factor in any way.

Whether it's squeezing into an airline seat or trying to buckle the safety strap on an amusement park ride, the morbidly obese regularly face obstacles that simply aren't a factor for the average-sized person. While some people might be interested in gastric bypass surgery because they want to be trim and sexy, my goals are much more mundane.

I want to experience a cross-country flight without feeling wedged in like a sardine in a can. I want to ski down a hill without worrying that I'll fall and break a hip. I want to ride a roller coaster. I want to sit on a swing in the park with my son and not wonder if I'll break the chains holding the tire in place.

It's the little things in life.

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Body Transformed: The Archive
Making the Decision
07/14/01: Making the Decision
08/23/01: Leaving Bill
09/18/01: No Job
09/20/01: Just That Quick
The Family and Friends Plan
09/19/02: Why Not Me?
12/26/02: Comparisons
03/22/03: Jumping on the Bandwagon
05/20/03: How I Met Ed
08/18/03: The Big Squeeze
11/06/03: New Body, New Husband
Seeking Approval
02/04/04: Time to Get Approved
03/12/04: Journey Begins
04/26/04: I'm Approved
06/13/04: Pre-Op Testing
06/20/04: In the Waiting Line
Making the Cut
07/10/04: Saying Goodbye
07/11/04: Sleepless Night
07/15/04: The Surgery
Strange Changes
07/22/04: Yummy Water
07/30/04: Smaller Tummy
08/16/04: 37 Pounds Down
09/07/04: My First 50 Pounds
10/31/04: Different Food, Same Love
New Body Countdown
11/07/04: 67 Down and Counting
11/12/04: Melting Away - 73 down
11/20/04: Breaking 200
11/26/04: Giving Thanks - 83 pounds
Holiday Madness
12/08/04: Slowing Down
12/15/04: Fortune 100, and Counting
12/27/04: Weight GAIN?
Quiet Rewards
01/06/05: Jeans Older Than My Kids
01/19/05: No Lap, But I'll Take the Luxury
01/28/05: A Most Unusual Revelation
02/07/05: Body and Sole
02/14/05: Flowers in the Mirror
Ready for Summer
03/31/05: Batwings and Tummy-Tucks
A New Life
12/15/05: Finally

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