by Carrie » October 12th, 2004, 8:31 am
I thought today I would share a little ‘event’ that happened to me last weekend – it kinda encompasses all the changes that my success in weight loss have brought me.
I mentioned in another post that I’ve been dating someone (be still my beating heart). This in and of itself has been a roller coaster ride emotionally. I used my weight to hide from getting close to anyone, and (GULP!) now here’s a man that wants to spend time with me, and I want to spend time with him. YIKES BATMAN!!!! I can say that the self-confidence I have gained by losing 60 pounds has given me the courage to see what happens without completely freaking out.
(As a little tangent, my family has been harping on me to stop wearing my shapeless, tent-like tops and wear tops that actually fit. I went shopping with my cousin and whined and complained but tried on everything she told me to, and came away with 5 new tops – all figure-hugging. I can tell you I feel NAKED in them.)
Anyway, on the Friday night in question, I was invited to the gentleman in questions houseboat. I was wearing my size 18 gloria vanderbilts and one of my scarifyingly fitted tops. We decided it was a nice night to go up on the roof and watch the stars. Now. I had imagined a nice set of stairs leading up to an open landing on the roof. Uh uh. What there was was a ladder leading to a small oval-shaped hole!!! The length of the oval was ok, but the width was maybe, MAYBE a foot apart.
I stopped in horror staring at the opening, instantaneously realizing that I was not going to fit and was going to humiliate myself beyond all belief by having to admit this. I mean, HORRIFIED mortification. While my mind was frantically whirling, my date (whom I must say is a FINE physical specimen) was agilely lifting himself through the hatch and once seated, looked down at me expectantly offering his hand.
I froze. Have a go and hope for the best or admit it right up front????? I eyed the opening again, gritted my teeth and started up the ladder. Everything was ok till we got to my not-so-small behind. Uh-oh, stuck. I started to say something and he said ‘Oh please, just get up here.’ So I sucked in my breath, pushed myself up through the hole, twisted around and promptly sat in a puddle of water. I sat there, in the puddle, in stunned disbelief, and could’ve squealed with delight, but casually passed it off as though I hadn’t thought a thing about it. Wet pants and all, it was a spectacular evening, nice sea breeze, lots of stars, cute guy, AND I FIT THROUGH THE HATCH!!!
Never would’ve happened even a month ago. And for me the weight loss and shrinking body is a very nice byproduct. The most important thing is that that bold, outspoken, confident, enthusiastic girl I used to be is getting the chance to come out again. She isn’t smothered anymore. The fears that I was covering up by eating had metamorphosed and grown into a bigger range of things to be scared of. And they start to lose their power when you take control of your life back and live with respect for yourself and your body. My fears are fading, and life is more positive than it has been in a very, very long time - and it’s because doing this, Medifast, is a way of loving myself and doing what is best for me and when you do that, when you practice loving yourself, it reinforces the intention to love yourself and wanting to take care of yourself.
I wouldn't have made it this far without Medifast and this forum, my wonderful friends here. I wouldn’t trade this for all the food and ‘comfort’ in the world. Now I live EVERY day, I do what I want, including climbing ladders and slithering through houseboat hatches. Because I can.
No better feeling in the world.
Carrie
Now: 2/5/07: 233.6/220.0/145
1st time: 3/1/04, from 266.5 to 195.4