Today I walked on my own -Bye bye scooter?

Lady_Magenta

My husband and I both have a severe cold, we both got an earache and a fever overnight and I made an appointment with an urgent care office for Sunday morning.

It’s a huge building with modern, long hallways. They have rolling chairs in the lobby, for people who can’t walk very well. I started using these chairs about six years ago, when I couldn’t make it to the lab for blood work in one session but had to sit down numerous times.

I had gotten used to this rolling chair. We joked that my husband was pushing me around. I think my immobility came from the combination of heavyweight, laziness, embarrassment and of course joint pain.

Today, as always, he stopped at the patient drop-off and wanted to leave the car to get a chair for me. “You go park,” I said, “I go in” and I marched into the building.

I grabbed the rolling chair but pushed it empty in front of me. Like a safety blanket.

I was already signing in when my husband came in and joined me. The receptionist gave us the suit number, of course, the last one down a long hallway, and off I went again.

Sicker than a dog, with a fever, I felt so so relieved, so full of joy, I cannot begin to describe it. This is HUGE!

In the waiting room, I looked at my hubby and smiled. He is 66, I am 61, and we acted like newlyweds. I could see how proud (and relieved) he was.

We both were called at the same time -and we went to the weigh-in on the large scale I feared so much for many years. To be honest I often refused the weigh-in and made up light headiness or balance problems because I didn’t want to know the truth.

My next weigh-in here at MFP in our group is planned for Friday, January 10th. By then I hope to finally see a 40 lbs weight loss. I hope the scale will show 308 lbs.

I stepped on the scale but kinda shielded the number. I wore a big coat, winter boots, and a hoodie, and my pockets were full. This would not go well.

"311 lbs," the nurse said and I almost lost it. I am already there. I have indeed lost 40 lbs now and while there are still 130 more to go. I know I can do it. I assume breakfast, coffee, and the winter clothes added at least 3 lbs to my morning weight, right?

“Are you taking something?” The nurse asked and I shook my head proudly.
“No, it’s all me. I am doing it.”

I know many might not know what this meant to me. How can a woman who is still heavily overweight be so joyful over such a small success (compared to what I need to lose.)

I can’t help it! Just the fact that I now know that I will be walking again is perhaps the most wonderful thing that has happened to me in a long time.

I thought I needed to share. I am sorry it’s so long (and embarrassing) but maybe somebody out there is feeling defeated the way I felt for so long and needs to read it.

(Oh, and before I forget. I could finally close my winter jacket the 3 x monster I could never zip up all the way. I still look like the Micheline man, but it's closed.

rstanford3

@Lady_Magenta - You go, girl! What an inspiring story. And by the way, winter clothes are heavy! I hope that you and your husband feel better soon.

Mia_Vojago

I am so happy for you! That is very inspiring and joy-filled news. I know you will achieve more goals as time moves on

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keep moving forward and enjoy every success!