Personal experiences after major weight loss physical social and medical changes

Typo or truly impressive outcome?

Can't type, sing or dance. But no typo. Had weight loss surgery 17 moon pie's ago. Lost over 300 pounds with that, gained some back, then found Tirz. Highest was 588 pounds or a quarter ton of fun.

Funny how nobody asks if you're sick when you're still carrying all the extra weight.

Also funny how many people tell you to stop losing weight.

So true. People take me more seriously at work now. Probably because I look sharper in the suits.

Blessings to you. Keep pushing forward.

Usually the same ones who pushed you to lose weight to begin with.

I once thought about that line of work but figured the interpersonal drama would be too much. Still, the notion of substitutes like footwear came up, and whether demand exists for such items. Folks apparently use them for private sessions, yet payment never crossed my mind. Anyway, I enjoy topping others in everything. Hearing gym types brag about their abdominal definition made me aim higher after the procedure, ending up with twice the sections but shifted lower, creating paired ridges on each cheek. Swelling in my lower limbs faded, yet side-sleeping now causes pain where joints meet directly. Winters once suited me fine while summers did not, but both extremes now feel off, leaving me far less tolerant overall. At the alumni gathering two decades later I appeared youngest among everyone. Training built up some power across many years only for it all to vanish, so a strength challenge left me completely outmatched.

Wow this is really surprising. Being so uncoordinated has always been an issue for me and I hadn't connected it to carrying extra weight before. Exiting a vehicle always makes me appear silly due to my awkward movements. It seems logical that shedding pounds leads to better coordination. I'm hoping for that outcome myself too.

Yes indeed.

Hold my GLP1 I'm going to try this right now.

Anyway you seemed to have the freshest face compared to everyone else. That counts as a real win!

These changes have made everyday activities far more pleasant. I find myself looking forward to extended strolls these days rather than avoiding them.

97 pounds gone! What an excellent milestone! I never expected to wear narrow leg pants, but that's my situation! 😉

Some folks are just never happy and seem to get a kick out of pointing out flaws in everything. These days I've learned to spot them quickly and tune them out. It follows a pretty predictable pattern. Back when I hit about two hundred pounds and started looking average, folks began questioning my choice of zero-calorie drinks. Later, as soon as any muscle showed up, the usual line about how too much protein harms the organs came up. I hadn't changed what I ate, only the amount. If health was truly their concern, they'd mention the fast food and the cigarettes instead, yet nobody had an issue with those before.

Extra weight really causes folks to judge you harshly and not value your opinions much. They react that way without even thinking about it and research has confirmed the pattern.

That snapshot of your dog looks fantastic. Only three have crossed my path in the open during my lifetime. What lovely creatures! Chow Chows numbered three among my previous dogs, as did a German shepherd, and my present companion is a Husky. That kind of soft coat always draws me in.

Laughing out loud twice.

Getting used to my changed appearance still feels odd. Medium or small tops look way too tiny when I check the tag. Spotting myself off to the side in pictures always makes me pause and wonder if that person could be me.

The lowest point hit me during a trip to a theme park. Roughly three years back, on a family getaway to Florida, the size restriction kept me from joining my children on an attraction. We're returning in the upcoming warm season, and now it's my turn to turn things around.

I've dropped a huge amount of weight and the scale numbers still shock me every time. Strangers quit assuming I'm expecting or grabbing at my belly. My overall condition improved enough to drop sleep issues, breathing treatments, and most prescriptions. Doctors listen more instead of blaming every symptom on size. Back surgery avoided major mobility loss and added back some height. Running and lifting come naturally now and leave me feeling really powerful. Outfits fit without hunting for oversized options, and many come from youth sections. Random people act friendlier, though some still act snippy or ignore the effort involved. Warm weather stopped wiping me out. Unfamiliar faces mean I skip awkward chats, which works out nicely. Restaurant portions stretch across several sittings.

Loose abdominal skin hides the results and needs expensive fixes. Neck sagging gets occasional injections too. I still see the old version in the mirror and call myself the same old name. Upkeep runs higher for supplements, injections, and new clothes, though smaller sizes help on cost. Rebuilding strength after quick loss and big operations takes constant work with meal planning and steady routines. Scale shifts set off obsessive loops. Some folks stay judgmental and assume I'm weak despite the build. Attention from men stays rare, and the few who respond are usually taken. Fluid loss hits fast so electrolytes get used often, especially at weekend events. Eating out needs advance timing because of surgical limits. Heat no longer knocks me down during long days outside, yet the skin still blocks seeing the muscle underneath. Side-by-side shots help me notice changes since the mirror lies. Therapy pushed daily photos to face what others see, and posting them still feels awful every time.

Wow I had no clue that situation might arise at all. I got some guesses about the cause though. Not my usual outlook but here it feels like one of those decent issues worth having. No thanks though you keep it. Folks mention certain spots overseas where cash stretches pretty far and even smaller bills still count for something. That lines up with what I figured. Females factor in their natural screening plus group approval thanks to that extra chromosome it just happens without thought. No point battling basic biology since it shows up like picking outfits aimed at landing a wealthy partner who might not last long. I got the reverse situation instead. Drop me in any wide open dry spot and it becomes a soaked mess from all the sweating mine goes beyond the usual condition into something extreme. Handling those snarky types calls for a quick zap that rattles them every single time. Manners do not matter much anyway only the goal counts and no mercy either. Send those idiots off to that isolated dictatorship instead. The motto stays simple grab handles with palms but smash barriers with limbs and keep pushing forward. It sits deep inside our makeup you might lift heavier loads yet the chromosome here lacks vision so I crave it immediately hand it over. After dropping a big chunk of weight fast I ended up with rough patches on my skin. Plus the surface tightens and cracks almost instantly like another part of me does during certain boring broadcasts. That same part now acts like it belongs to the opposite setup and imagines itself stuck in some youthful retail fantasy.

Recently I figured I might be dealing with constant sweating issues, only to find out those were actually sudden heat waves instead. Definitely not keeping those around. Lately I've been looking into trips overseas for cosmetic work, though the whole thing still feels overwhelming. Korea stands out for face procedures while Mexico, Brazil, and Turkey get mentioned a lot for everything else, yet I can't talk myself into heading there. Some buddies had abdominal operations done here, ranging from basic excess skin removal to the more involved full wraps, and their healing periods looked brutal, particularly the ones that involved tightening core muscles. Sitting on flights for long stretches with connections right after that just doesn't appeal. Still, I want to look good for the husband on his last legs that I'm after, so maybe the hassle is worth considering. Or I could tie the knot first and have him cover the costs instead.

Look at this proof right here. People insist we judge purely by appearances. Yet this shows we also consider inner qualities. Yes indeed. We pay attention to whether the size falls in the moderate range over the very large.

I appreciate that kind of forward planning. Thinking things through is one of my strengths too. Why limit yourself to a single option? Go after the old guy with bad eyesight, have him foot the bill or get added to his testament. The stops and repeated journeys really bother me. Places like India offer good alternatives, and I've seen the level of treatment there myself. My acquaintance had success in Brazil instead. She improved a lot, moving up several points and becoming almost impossible to recognize.

I'm not big on manners or handouts, yet I hardly ever turn down an offering. Even so, this time I have to say I just don't have what it takes to see worth in a brand-new hot flash.

Whoa, just hearing that part makes the whole thing worthwhile on its own.

Happy to help out.

Exactly, he mentioned some height would return but the actual gain beat what I figured.

I'd love a bit of that myself. Back when I was thirteen a bad doctor gave me cortisone for a fever and it stopped my growth. I ended up at six three but my feet kept going so now I'm in size sixteen shoes.

Doesn't seem odd at all. Extra weight leaves you sluggish and ready to give up, so the big problem feels impossible to beat. Once it's gone the smaller flaws stand out more because the big excuse is gone and you start thinking those are fixable too.

A buddy and I went to the Dominican Republic for her mommy makeover with a Brazilian butt lift and the flight back was rough, but the outcome looked amazing. Everything together cost less including flights, hotel, driver, the surgeon and clinic, and they run the whole trip like a surgical vacation with recovery houses that handle aftercare. Being an RN I was pretty impressed with how it went.

You cheeky one. It's tough to get back into that headspace but I agree that's probably what's happening. It can slide fast. I used to be very alternative when I was bigger with lots of piercings and dyed hair, now I've gone back to how I was before with the piercings out, natural blonde, and basic style. Feels like I'm chasing a standard I'll never hit. Now I'm looking at my face and thinking about work once the last thirty pounds are gone. Reaching a hundred pound loss from where I started still feels wild. It's strange how losing the weight opened up this insecurity that wasn't there before. I wasn't heavy growing up, just gained over a hundred pounds in the last couple years from life stuff, so getting back to myself brought this new pressure.

Guilty. That fits. It's like accepting defeat and deciding you're not the classic attractive type so you might as well try something different since it won't matter anyway. I didn't expect that reaction. I figured dropping the weight would make the ideal version feel closer. Being nearer to it seems to make the pressure feel more real. People use excuses to justify where they are, but the closer you get the tougher it is to keep using them. It can turn into a sunk cost thing if the goal is too far out. In your situation I don't think that's happening. Seeing there aren't good excuses left can make you doubt whether you can actually reach it, which shows up as worry or insecurity. I'm a bit lucky there. I usually handle it with a mix of "whatever" and "leave it alone." Might be the Y chromosome helping.