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I can’t believe I am sitting in a plastic surgeon’s waiting room…….
No, I don’t live in Hollywood, nor am I about to star in the next episode of Nip Tuck (as much as I would love to). I am simply hoping to remove the excess skin that is hanging from my stomach.
Stepping onto the scales this morning was exhilarating, not since I was twenty have I seen 79.8kgs on the scales. What an achievement…. I can now officially say, since having children, I have lost 30kgs!!!! Never in a million years, would have thought I was capable of achieving such a feat.
How did I do it you may ask?? Well it was bloody hard; it took a lot of self-realisation, accountability and enthusiasm. I accepted that there are foods that I just shouldn’t eat, and got on with living life. I must admit that the presence of those certain foods is always something I struggle with, but in general I feel content with my new “healthier” lifestyle.
At the sound of my name being called I realized that my destiny awaits me, I am going to have a flat stomach again. And maybe even a nice pair of boobs.
Wow, I thought sexy plastic surgeons were only a TV myth, what a bonus!
We discussed the procedure and its pros and cons, I don’t remember hearing any cons though cos I was too busy staring at the breast implants sitting on the desk. Of course not being able to contain myself, I asked about the possibility of putting the two surgeries together. He said that it is possible and that it would probably save me money, gosh I love a bargain! I especially enjoyed it when I got to put the implants in my bra, very sexy………..
So the outcome is that due to my health insurance waiting period, I have ten months until I can afford the procedures, bummer. On the up side it’s a good reason to lose the rest of my weight…….
So how much do I need to lose???
According to the World Health Organisation, to be considered healthy I need to have a Body Mass Index between 18.5 and 24.8kg/m2. This means I should weigh somewhere between 54 and 71 kilos. I have decided that it would be in my best interest to aim for a BMI of 24 (69.4kgs), that way I will be more likely to maintain my weight. Don’t forget I will probably lose another ten kilos when they remove all my excess skin, oh god I hope my skin outweighs the implants. Maybe I should start taking bets... instead of “how much will my baby weigh” it would be “how much will my stomach weigh?”
So there it is my goal is to get down to 69kgs in forty weeks, I have a feeling that the last ten kilos will be the hardest!!!! But hey, it’s only one kilo per month I can do it!
The party was great. I ended up dressing up as the Fairy Godmother from Shrek 2 - my sister was Princess Fiona, and she did a damn good job of it too. We really went all out with this one, and we were all hyped up until we got there. We pulled up at my friend’s house at the same time as two other cars, so we decided to wait and see their costumes before we got out of the car. Oh my god……………..they did not have costumes on! We were cracking up, how typical, the one night we can actually go out together and we were about to be humiliated.
After fifteen minutes in the car, we decided to brave it and just go in. Once we got in the house there were other people dressed up, and even one guy had his face painted, yay! We had a great night; I got very drunk very quickly and feel fine today. Of course that is partly due to my pancake and milkshake “morning after breakfast regime”.
During our childhood my sister and I were both quite thin. Then when high school hit, my sister, who wasn’t interested in sport at all, gained a small amount of weight. It was more puppy fat than anything. I still feel guilty that I used to pick on her and call her “fat”, but what are big sisters’ for right, and she was never an angel. Anyway, she wasn’t fat; in fact I would love to be the size that she was when I called her that. She was probably less than my goal weight of 69kgs.
Whilst she was in year twelve she met her Husband, Tom, they fell deeply in love and were engaged within months. A few months later she was pregnant (all she ever wanted was to be a mother). She, like me, gained a lot of weight during her pregnancy; she started at 70kgs and gave birth to a boy in March 1999, she weighed 92kgs, a gain of 22kgs. She was shocked at the small amount of weight lost straight after the birth and she really didn’t lose any more until she got pregnant again nine months later, this time she actually lost weight during the pregnancy. I suppose this was due to the exercise involved with the toddler and also the lack of time to eat. She also credits her weight loss to her intense cravings for strawberries and lots of water intake over summer. After her daughter was born in August 2000, she weighed 86kgs.
Like me, she has been dieting on and off since then. But what really made me realise that I was extremely overweight, was when Logan was ten months old and I was being fitted for my wedding dress. My sister was also being measured up for her bridesmaid dress and all of her measurements were less than mine. I couldn’t believe it, I had always considered myself to be the skinnier sister (I use that word loosely, see the wedding pictures). Since then I have always compared our weights and would love to catch up to her soon!!!!! She is about 7cms shorter than me so I don’t have to be her weight exactly. The problem is that lately she is losing weight as fast as I am. She currently weighs 81kgs.
This just gives me even more motivation because I don’t want to be the fat sister at our brother’s wedding. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want her to be either, I think it would be great if we both looked stunning!
Yesterday, my sister and I went looking for Halloween costumes. The lady at the local dress-up shop was one of those tactless people. She greeted us by saying “so you want costumes for the BIG girls”, then went on to tell my sister “if you can wear a singlet out [to the shops], then you can certainly wear this”, my sister was trying on blonde wigs which she wasn’t used to, and was worried about how they looked. What a lovely lady! Toni decided that she didn’t need our business and we left.
The party is on Saturday, three days away, I am hoping to look wonderful, I am dressing up as Uma Thurman from Pulp Fiction. Maybe I can rename it “Plump Fiction”. I am sure no one will know who I am, but I don’t care, I just love the black wig.
Day Seventy One
Ok, the Uma Thurman thing is just a recipe for disaster. I will only feel self-conscious, so I have decided to just go as a person in a black wig.
I have now lost a total of seven kilos. I know it has taken me 10 weeks to do it, but my doctor said that half a kilo a week is what I should aim for. It does make sense that; the longer it takes you to lose the weight the more likely it is that you will have changed your lifestyle for good.
The other night I was watching a makeover program and I saw liposuction being performed. Oh my god! I am now having second thoughts about that tummy tuck. It was so gross, and the colour of the fat was like cooking oil, all yellow and clumpy. I really wish that when you ordered a large fries from McDonalds that it actually looked like the fat that they were sucking out, I know I would not want to eat it then.
I also think they should put warnings on food just like on cigarettes: “Eating excessive amounts of deep fried food can lead to obesity, heart disease and low self esteem”. At least then I would have it staring me in the face. My sister thinks they should put a mirror panel on all chip packets, so you get to see yourself getting fatter. I think it would work better than the smoking warnings - I don’t know a single person who takes any notice of them.
I am going to the party tonight, wish me luck, hopefully I can just relax, have a good time and not stress out about how I look. I know……… a bottle of champers should do the trick!
exert from "Good Friends Bring Salad"
I am beginning to get bored of writing about myself so here is a list of my favourite tips to remember when you are on a diet:
1. Don’t expect your husband/ partner to notice your weight loss straight away. Remember, they can’t even find items that are staring them in the face, they are blind, don’t take it to heart
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I can’t believe it. I weigh 88.8kgs today - that can’t be right? It is though; I have tried moving the scales to fifty different positions. I have been so good for the last two days, now I really wish I had never eaten all that crap the other night!
Last night I kept on making excuses why I shouldn’t exercise. So rather than bore you with the whole saga I have made a list of my and my friends most regularly used excuses to avoid such horror
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 Day Sixty One 
Well I have had a bit of a set back; it’s called fish and chips. Last night, it was my husband’s birthday, so we had take-away for tea. After I had finished gorging myself I felt gross. I was not feeling euphoric or happy. I really could have done without it
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Day Fifty Five
Last night I went out for dinner with the girls. My weight conscious buddy, Monique, picked me up. As soon as she saw me she told me I looked great, I believed her, she’s one of only a few that say it genuinely. We were discussing many things on the way to the restaurant, most of which was gossip catch up. It’s funny our conversations always lead to weight loss. No we are not boring, it is just that we are the only two members of our group who have ever needed to watch what they eat
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I can’t believe I am at day fifty; I haven’t lasted this long at a diet since I was eighteen, and even then I didn’t make it much further. After high school my, now ex-boyfriend and I became fast food freaks, every night he would come and pick me up and we would go and hang outside McDonalds with our mates. Of course it always involved a thick shake and fries regardless of whether we had already had tea at home.
I slowly got fatter, and one day my boyfriend’s brother said I had the body of a MAN, another crushing blow!!! I joined Weight Watchers and went from 80kgs to 70kgs, back to my high school weight, yay, but as usual I didn’t finish, I stopped going with 3kgs left. Don’t ask me why, I am still questioning it myself, I suppose it was too easy, I thought I could sneak in more and more crap over time and it wouldn’t make any difference. Well three months later I had already gained back half of it
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