Because of my congestive heart failure - I have to weigh every day. I have to keep a close eye on weight gain, because that can be an early indicator that something has really gone wrong - and technically, I am supposed to call my doctor if I gain over 2 pounds in one day, or over 5 pounds in one week. But, I've been at this long enough to know what to do if there is a serious weight gain like that. It was very frustrating when I was first diagnosed - standard scales only go up to 330 as a general rule. I had to buy a special scale - and this one went up to 440. A few years ago - they took me off all my meds because my kidneys were shutting down. At that time, I was worried that I was going to get too big for the scales that I was using. I topped out at 435...(for the record, I gained about 25 pounds in just a few short days). It was a scary time for me.
This morning, I am down 135 pounds from my biggest. I got on the scale 4 times this morning just to make sure I wasn't seeing things. But there is was - plain as day - 300.6 pounds. I cannot possibly tell you what that means to me. I feel so much better. I can generally breathe. My clothes are literally hanging off of me. I am, for the first time in my memory, down to a single digit size in underwear.
Last night, we had the big patriotic musical at church. We sang our hearts out to a PACKED church building. And I saw several people that I have not seen in ages. What a blessing it was to me when they all commented about my weight loss. This is REAL - and it is MEASURABLE - and I'm not going to "wake up" and find that it is all a dream. I'm definitely excited this morning....
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