Let’s talk weight loss, shall we? I’m in the process of losing my hypo/hash lbs. In other words, the weight I have gained from my underactive hypothyroidsm/hashimoto’s. I gained 70 lbs in a year and a half from it and I still have a ways to go. Here is my take on a funny escape:
When people ask you “how much weight do you want to lose?,” I start having this internal struggle. Dang it, if I tell them I want to lose XX lbs, then they know I’m XXX amount of weight. It’s like I think they become math wizards all of the sudden, and if I give them a number they will somehow compute in their head and know how much I weigh. If I say I want to just get down to “one”derland, they are like how much is that?
I wish I could just answer in scenarios. For example, I want to lose enough weight to just make it through normal things without dying. I just want to walk up a hill without trying to pass out and want to say hi to the neighbors in a voice they can understand. Or, not look like Tweedledee or Tweedledum in high waisted pants. You know those twins from Alice in Wonderland?? Skinny legs and arms but a tire belly? That’s literally me. Or, be able to fit on a plane and BUCKLE the seat belt on every airline. It’s not like I’m going anywhere anyways! I’m stuck in that seat. Heaven forbid, if the door flew off – there Kayla is still stuck in her seat.
Let’s say we are at someone’s house celebrating their birthday and out comes the cake. Is it too much to eat two pieces of cake without getting those side eyes from everyone? No one ever questions when Ashley has 2 pieces “because she has a sweet tooth” and for some reason that’s acceptable. But, when I have seconds its like they all want to drive me to the hospital right then and there.
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