And that’s exactly what I’ve turned into. A whopping, flaming great big beast. I feel huge. Exactly one year and one month from being diagnosed with an abnormal cyst on my ovary, I made it into hospital. Surgery went well, but the recovery process is slow and right now I’m six weeks post-surgery. I’m still not back to normal.
The State of Play
My body is wrecked. Medication teamed with the permanent discomfort towards the end has left me weak, flabby and with a lot of work to do. I’ve piled on over 3st since last September and been unable to exercise for most of that. I was absolutely overjoyed to be able to return to Weight Watchers last week, and after week ten of recovery I’m allowed to start exercising again (Not that I’m counting or anything). I’m pretty much back to normal mobility-wise, but lifting anything particularly heavy is still a bit iffy, as is twisting in certain directions. Thrown into all of this, my other half and I decided to move back to Scotland. It’s been a tough decision, but the right decision.
It’s not all doom and gloom though. There are positives to come out of the situation. I am SO GLAD to be home – the South of England is definitely not for me. It’s all the little things you miss (like hills, familiar accents and not paying for prescriptions) and I’ll stick out the crap weather for all the good stuff. I’m convinced all that good weather was turning me soft anyway…
I’m delighted to be returning to my old Weight Watchers leader who is fabulous, and my weight-loss journey just hasn’t been the same without her. I’ll look forward to weighing in again!
Over the last six months, I also had to find something to occupy myself – the hardest thing about this whole process has been not being able to run. It’s killed me. I enjoyed it for about three days. Then I got a bit grumpy. Then I felt like I was in taper. Then I started climbing the walls. So I decided to start writing more – something I could do without hurting myself! Short stories, little paragraphs, and pages in my journal filled up my days after work. I joined a critique group, and have made a whole bunch of new friends who give me honest and experienced feedback on my writing. Then the unthinkable happened. On the second of June, I officially became a published writer. That little gem gave me such a boost, and I swear it stopped me losing my marbles completely throughout this whole ordeal. I’ll not make my millions any time soon, but someone has definitely been watching out for me!
To the Future
So here I am, back in not-so-sunny Scotland. I’m fired up and ready to go. My work schedule is sorted. I’ve started writing a novel. I know exactly what I need to do to get this weight off. I’ve done it twice before, I can do it a third time. I’m ready. I’m also really fired up about getting back running. I’m never going to let anyone or anything take that privilege away from me again, because that’s what it is. It’s such a massive part of my life. Due to my old knee injury, I’m not starting back until I hit 13st – which actually works in my favour as it gives me an interim goal in what is going to be a very long journey (again!) In the meantime, I’ll be back in the pool once my stitches have healed fully, and heading for some spin classes.
A long time ago (a decade ago!), when I went to Weight Watchers for the very first time, I promised myself I’d never get that big again. I really feared the worst when I stepped back on the scales last week, and fully expected to see 15st staring back at me. Looks like I’ve still kept my promise. Bring it on, Sissy.