I don't know if I will ever even make this public....
I don't know if I will ever let anyone else read this...
I do know that I will want to look back on these posts as my journey continues.
So, just in case I do share:
My name is Heather. I turned 35 2.5 months ago.
I go by many names: Mom. Heller. Hubba.
I work full time, at a desk. 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. I also sit/lay around for about 90% of the rest of the time.
You see, I am fat. Not chubby. Not just pudgy.
I am fat.
A few months ago, I went into my primary care physician. Of course, the FIRST thing they do is weigh you, and I wanted to hide. 282 pounds.
Yes. 282 pounds.
I still don't know why that is so shocking to me. It wasn't a secret that I am fat. My clothes don't really preform magic tricks. There are no smoke and mirrors creating any magical illusions. I am fat.
I have decided that I can't do this on my own. I have tried. LORD knows I have tried. I have tried many diets, pills, workout routines....I always fail.
So, I made a decision, and next week I have an appointment scheduled with a weight loss surgeon.
I am excited. Nervous. But mostly, excited. I feel like I FINALLY have a chance. I will finally have the tools I need to get healthy.
For me. For my husband. For my kids. My mother. My sister. My friends.
I will update on Wednesday, what I hear. It is supposed to be a three hour appointment, so I am sure there will be lots to talk about!
