A few years ago, I became so concerned about the extra pounds I was carrying that I actually joined one of those dieting plans. I got the pre-planned diet, the once a week counseling, and the target weight loss. About half way through the program, I realized that the losses had leveled out and I was starting to gain back the lbs. So I dropped the plan and went back to my usual strategy for weight loss, excessive exercise. That worked for a while until the stress of the job began to take my attention and time, and back came the pounds. So then I decided on taking the radical approach. I went to a health food store and picked out one of the 48 hour flush plans. Within 10 hours I had lost 5 of my target 20 and I was sick as the proverbial dog. My head ached, I had a fever, and my mouth tasted like old sauerkraut.
But whatever I went through then was nothing compared to the trip my wonderful partner, T, has taken to lose her extra. A year ago last December, she became enamored of the ads that were then running for weight loss with Jenny Craig. She loved seeing the fat woman, Kirstie Alley, before become the skinny after. So she joined and for approximately $90 a week all her meals became planned. She took the once a week weigh-ins, she learned to cut up her meals into itty bitty bites, and she drank rivers of water. Seven lbs, 4 lbs, then for a long while, 1 pound a week was her weight loss all through this past summer and into the fall. About 25 pounds and 10 months into the plan though something began to happen. She began to have a problem digesting. She felt like she had a constant cramp in her right side. Gradually her nights became sleepless. I’d wake up to find her watching TV with the sound down low. She stopped eating the Jenny Craig and went to her doctor.
Skip four months ahead to a week ago last Friday, when T took one last fearful look at me as the nurse wheeled her into surgery. Four months of constant pain, plus one last excruciatingly painful visit to the ER had convinced her to join the apparently thousands of others who choose to have gall bladder surgery.
So here we are, slim and almost boney, T and I. She has been limping towards recovery for 10 days now. Those extra pounds are definitely gone. The way that she picks at her low fat food indicates they won’t be coming back any time soon. Our trip to weight loss has definitely thinned down our emergency fund. If there is a plus side to all of this, it’s that T has discovered she has tons of clothes in her closet that now fit perfectly her new slimmed down chassis. And I, well, let’s just say there ain’t nothing wrong with hugging a slimmed down chassis. But if we had it to do all over again, there’s no question we’d pick a way that was a lot less painful.