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I have been sharing thoughts about life, health, and teams for ten years and am finally realizing that what people REALLY need...

...is encouragement.

So, here's what we will try to do. At least once a week, and to be as helpful as I can in this world where we are being told we are not good enough, we are not working hard enough, and we are simply not doing enough.

Come on over!

-Liz Simpers

Things we are NOT called to be

 I hesitated to read this book. The title scared me away. Am I being flippant or careless? Am I compromising my faith in God? Am I not paying attention?

It turns out...we are not called to be doormats. We are called to be kind. We are called to be loving. We are called to forgive.

Things are NOT called to be:

1. Doormats
2. Unforgiving (and yes...that goes towards ourselves as well)
3. Self-indulgent (and yes...that goes towards ourselves as well)
4. Stuck in the past

My dad used to tell me that, when driving, if you only look in your rearview mirror, you will inevitably crash. Not if, but when.

For those of us that tend to sit in feelings. For those of us that romanticize the past. For those of us that believe failure is NOT just an event...read this book. Local library has it. And I have been loving it. (also sorry for the language in there but...it's just super good.)

There is a difference

There is a difference between being the best IN the world and the best FOR the world.

My wife is a fourth grade teacher and she often talks about legacy and moments that matter. She shared this video with me today and I found it so appropriate for what we are all doing in work and life that shows purpose. Take a look!

Changing leaves? Let's go!

Every morning, I walk my dog Bailey. It started last year as an "observation walk" at the suggestion of my therapist. The rules were simple: go out for a walk and don't think deeply about your to-do list, your problems to solve, or your shortcomings.

Just walk and pay attention to the birds. And your dog. And the morning. And the neighborhood.

WAY harder than you think! Promise!

So in this last year, my observation walk has turned into a prayer walk. It's been life changing. Pray for people that have hurt you. Pray for them by name. Better yet: pray that you would see yourself as God sees you. Pray for peace. And pray for very, very simple gratefulness.

So, we pray for change. And these early fall leaves are a God-wink. And we pay attention. 

I love living in North Carolina because of the changing seasons. That matters. So let's all change seasons together and be grateful in it. Deal?

What's on your summer reading list?

I have struggled with reading fiction my whole life. I get a book that EVERYONE is talking about (Oprah, Reese Witherspoon, Facebook, etc.) and I start to read and....

I think about my to-do list.

I think about projects around the house.

I wonder what my Housewives are up to and what season is live on Bravo.

I think more about my Housewives and wonder who has had the worst plastic surgery lately.

And then by page 10 I think: "what did I just read?"

And then I go back to my go-to's: Christian self-help books. I wish I was kidding, but I'm not. I love a good Joyce Meyer book. Also, I love Andy Cohen's book because he gives me backstage access to my Housewives.

So summer reading for you? Watch Bravo. And go to the library for Joyce Meyer. Now go on and enjoy August before pumpkin spice everything hits hard.

Encouragement for the everyday

Hi team!

Here are some great links for daily encouragement! Quick and easy for those of us that only have a few moments in the morning…

https://joycemeyer.org/DailyDevo

https://odb.org/

https://www.liveresurrection.org/devotionals/

All of these links have helped me to focus on God daily. I hope it encourages you as well. Happy weekend!

Now what?

Stone Mountain, NC.

Here we are in this weird little bit between Christmas and the New Year when we aren't sure what day it is, what time it is, when we go back to work, and what day the trash guy picks up. So much leads up to Christmas and the months of preparing and anticipating and then we hit the New Year and then...now what?

After having bariatric surgery in July of 2018, I hit my goal weight over the fall and am now successfully keeping it off and focusing on my health, not just the scale. I remember my surgeon telling me that the hardest part of post-surgery life would be to make sure I eat ENOUGH. I also remember laughing at him and thinking "ok, doc."

But, since then, my list of goals has been accomplished. Rode a roller coaster. Fit comfortably on an airplane to South Africa. Shopped at the Gap. Wore a medium t-shirt. Ran a half marathon. Drove by the McDonald's without stopping in the drive-thru. I can cross my legs comfortably. I can wrap a sweatshirt around my waist. I can sit on the ground and wrap my arms around my legs. I can hike 7 miles and still have energy. I can share clothes with people. All the things that most people maybe don't even think about, are the things that I never got to experience. And now I do!

Now what?

There is a strange moment in time when you hit a goal and everyone stops talking about how great and courageous and strong you are. I am in that strange moment. Days will pass now (maybe even weeks) between people asking me about my weight loss or commenting on how I look. I thought this lapse would bother me more than it does. The truth is...I am enjoying conversation not being about me so much anymore. I feel like I have missed out on everyone around me and their big things because I was knee deep in my big thing and fighting to crawl out of the hole I was in.

In the past, when I would hit weight loss milestones I would start to think that I had it under control and I would celebrate with a slice of pizza. Or some ice cream. Or fast food. But of course, the celebration is what got me into this trouble in the first place and I watched one cheeseburger turn into two and one donut turn into six. The weight comes back on, sometimes more than when we started and then that public victory turns into a quiet shame. Most of the weight loss blogs I have followed have gone dark for those same reasons. No one wants to blog about the quiet shame of weight gain - the admittance that I failed. Again. And I gained the weight back. Again.

Maybe you are in that strange moment with me. You just accomplished a goal. You just finished a race or a degree or a project. And you are wondering the same thing.

Now what?

Well, now...I am happy. That thing that kept me hiding (and I might say, in the closet) my whole life is no longer allowed to do that. The love of a beautiful woman, best friend, and partner, has shown me that it's time to turn around and focus on the world around me. That it's ok (and actually, quite incredible) to let people love me and, in turn, love them back whole heartedly.  Now, I am focusing on our family, our community, and our life together.

It is a strange moment when your real life outpaces your wildest dreams. But that's the weird little bit I am in right now and I am loving every single second. To not be alone on the holidays, to not use food as my source of comfort, to be a part of a family as an adult, and to experience the love that comes with partnership? I had no idea what I was missing!

I hope my story helps others. After all, isn't that the best we can all hope for? That we can help one another and pull each other through the struggle. If it's one thing I've learned through all of this - it's that we shouldn't try to climb mountains alone. And once we climb to the top together, celebrate. 

Always, always celebrate.

There is magic in the mundane.

Over the years, I have followed all these bloggers and writers on their wellness journeys. They do incredible things. They lose 150 pounds and go skydiving. They run a marathon and then decide to walk across America and write a book about it. They inspire and motivate and help the rest of us believe that anything is possible.

But after the skydiving and the weight loss and the marathon and the book, they have disappeared from my social media feeds. Most inspirational blogs (if not all), don't last because those big life-defining moments can't happen over and over again to one person.

This same thing has happened to me. I lost the weight, I rode the roller coaster, I ran the marathon, I fit in an airplane seat and flew to Africa, I came out as a gay Christian, and I fell in love. The newness has faded. People have stopped commenting on my inspiring weight loss every day. It's not often that people talk about my bravery anymore. I don't get to go to the doctor and see a 40 pound weight drop on the scale since my last visit.

Two at a time.

The honeymoon is over. But it has been replaced by something greater. My every day mundane is now so magical. Let me explain.

What is your favorite day of the year? Is it a holiday? Maybe Christmas? Every time this question comes up, my answer used to be "December 26th!" The day after Christmas was my favorite because it meant I survived another celebration of family and love and being together. Because I was alone, living states away from my family, and never had a family to be with on Christmas morning. When you're in your 40's and still the "youngest child" in the family, it never feels...right. I would go see my parents on Christmas, or stay here on Christmas. And when I would stay in town on Christmas, I would take my two dogs on a walk through the neighborhood. If it was Christmas Eve, I would walk past food smells and driveways filled with cars and picture windows with sparkling Christmas trees and presents and kids and festive sweaters. And if it was Christmas day, I would walk past trash bins filled with empty boxes and wrapping paper, and people hugging goodbye at their cars, and kids riding their new scooters up and down the street. And I would walk by, with my dogs, and watch the years fade away knowing that that would never be me. And I would go home, with my dogs, to a house with one car in the garage, an empty trash bin, and a lonely kitchen.

The newness of my last year has faded. And thank God that it has. The things in life that, if you have a family, may seem annoying and mundane to you, are magical to me. I fell in love this year. God has perfect timing, and it was only after I learned to love myself that God created space for me to be loved by the most amazing woman I have ever met. She lets me run errands with her. I get to go to Sam's Club and buy these giant packs of vitamin waters and oatmeal and snacks and cereal because there are four of us. (Sam's Club really isn't designed for living single!) She invites me to events at her school, she lets me into family life and sports practices and orthodontist's appointments and endless piles of laundry and a full dishwasher and family movie nights and first day of school pictures.

And Christmas. And by some divine intervention, she got me to love Christmas again. And not only Christmas. She got me to love Halloween, and the first day of spring, and birthdays, and weekends, and snow days, and traditions. Family traditions.

This year will be the first year of my life that I will decorate my own home for Christmas. And we will do it up big. Halloween too. And maybe also just random Tuesdays because...why not? When Julie and I went to South Africa earlier this month, we were struck by the fact that every animal we saw on our safari travelled with a partner. Elephants, Rhinocerous, hippos, zebras, penguins, elk, giraffes - all in two's. I think I did ok for 42 years traveling alone. But now that I am traveling with a partner, I see all the magic. Every little bit of it. Not only that, but we get to travel in a pack with kids as a foursome.

If that's not magical, I don't know what is.

So, how was your year?

Has it already been a year?

Man, time flies when you decide to change literally every area of your life all at once. But, if you know me, you might know that I don't do anything half way. And when it comes to life, I make no exception!

A year ago, July 11, 2018, was my duodenal switch surgery. I looked into surgery not knowing if I would actually go through with it. I went to all the classes, all the weigh-ins, all the doctor visits, therapy evaluations, sleep studies, and support groups. I sat in extra-wide chairs with arms with extra-wide people just like myself, and visited extra-wide restrooms with extra-wide toilet seats. Rex Bariatric sure knows how to keep us extra-wide people extra comfortable!

I remember looking around the room in every class I attended. I remember thinking "will they have surgery? Will they go through with it?" The nutritionists would stand up from the front and tell us that after surgery, you can't smoke. You can't drink alcohol. You can't eat fried foods. You can't eat a portion bigger than your palm. You can't drink out of a straw. You can't eat too fast. You can't eat anything before you eat protein. You can't drink anything when you're eating. You can't eat breads and pastas and pizzas and sandwiches and really, anything like you used to. You just can't. And I would watch the room as people rolled their eyes, crossed their arms, elbowed the person next to them sitting in their extra-wide chair and all the while I wondered "Will they go through with it? Wait, will I go through with it?"

So a year later, I am still carefully watching all my "you can'ts." I am still visiting my nutritionist and team of doctors regularly. I think about all the people that went through the pre-surgery classes with me and wonder if they went through with it. Even though there are a lot of "you can'ts" that I am paying attention to, this past year has been shaped by the "you cans." And this list is my unicorn. It is the things that I thought had escaped me in life and I would never experience. I reasoned it away for myself and convinced myself that God has other plans for me. That He wanted me to be alone to rely on Him only, and that my weight was my burden to bear. Little did I know that He had something in mind for me that was greater than anything I had ever dreamed of.

Liz Simpers' Great Big Unicorn List of You Can's (ahem....)

1. You can...fit into an airplane seat and put the arm rest down.
2. You can...shop at the mall. Any store you want. Even Forever 21. (but you would never because you're forever 43)
3. You can...sit in any chair you want. Or booth. Or stadium. Or baseball game. Or roller coaster. (but you would never again because you're rearranged insides hate being jostled around by every roller coaster ever invented. And most cars too.)
4. You can...wear name brand clothes.
5. You can...turn to people for comfort and not food.
6. You can...drive past the McDonald's and not stop at the drive-thru.
7. You can...reach over your shoulder to grab your seatbelt and, with the same hand, buckle it. (I bet that's one you've never thought of!)
8. You can...run a half marathon.
9. You can...ride a bike up and down your street.
10. You can...feel comfortable in a bathing suit.
11. You can...be outside in the summer and not sweat like you're in a sauna.
12. You can...cross your legs and sit comfortably.
13. You can...have a healthy relationship with food.
14. You can...be gay AND a christian, and be proud of both.
15. You can...have the courage to tell your friends and family that you are gay, always have been, and be accepted.
16. You can...finally address your health issues, learn to love yourself, and be ready to accept love.
17. You can...fall in love.
18. You can...go on family vacations and adventures and run errands and be in partnership.
19. You can...do anything you've ever wanted without fear of not fitting in.
20. You can...be a part of a family.

Today I am at my goal weight and 130 pounds lighter than I was a year ago. Today I see a new "you can" almost every day. I had no idea what post-surgery life would bring, but I was admittedly terrified to take that leap. But isn't amazing how God honors our faith in taking leaps by providing someone to catch us?

So yeah, my year was pretty great. Thanks for asking! May we all replace those "I can'ts" with "I cans" and watch how God shows up in our faithfulness. Amen?

I made goal weight!

This time last year, in May of 2018, I was in the initial stages of talking with nutritionists and therapists and doctors about weight loss surgery.

This time last year, I was about 318 pounds. This time last year, my doctor set my target weight loss goal to 185 pounds. I have had that number on a sticky note on my computer for over 8 years. I have always known that was my target weight for my height. I am a tall girl, after all. I have stared at that number almost daily for 8 years. I have wanted to erase it almost daily for eight years because at 318 pounds, that's impossible. That looks defeating and impossible.

This time last year, I was working out 4 times a week, I would consider myself active, but I was very much defeated and struggling with losing weight and gaining the weight back through the years of my life.

For all of us, especially women, we will never be satisfied with our weight. Or our wrinkles. Or our legs. Or our arms. Or hearing our own voice. Or how much we manage to get done in a day. For me, my struggle with weight has always been that obvious physical embarrassment that I could just never get right.

I still find myself getting a little embarrassed when people compliment me and ask how I did it. I still find myself wondering if people thing surgery is the easy way out, or that it's cheating, or that it's not the old fashioned, hard work way to lose weight. But then I remember what the past year has been like for me, and how hard I have fought for myself. How many times I ate one bite of the wrong food and have gotten very sick. How I get painfully tired on random afternoons on random days and struggle to be a human. How running a half marathon kicked my ass WAY harder than I imagined!

Today is a huge day. The scale doesn't get to define me anymore, but it does get to help me track progress. I weighed myself obsessively in the few months right after surgery because the pounds were dropping quickly. Stalls and fluctuations are part of the process, so I slowly stopped weighing myself so often. But today, today I had to check. And there it was.

184.6.

Getting below 200 pounds was a dream. But this day, this day is a victory. The girl that was 318 pounds and afraid of physical touch because of her body and wearing XXXL t-shirts and size 30 pants is now wearing M t-shirts and size 12 pants. Food doesn't get to be the only way I celebrate anymore, or commiserate anymore, or cheer myself up anymore, or relax anymore. God has blessed me indeed, and showed me what it means to accept love and affection and purpose and the big beautiful world that I now feel like I get to be a part of and fit into.

What a difference a year makes!

I can sit in a restaurant booth anywhere I want. I can put on a ropes course harness without worry. I don't have to ask what the weight limit is on a bicycle. I can sit in an airplane seat with the arms down. I can reach across my body to put on my seatbelt. I can cross my legs when I sit down. I can shop at any store I want and wear any clothes I want. And the list goes on and on and on.

In two days, I will be 43 years old. This time last year, I felt like life had passed me by, and I was meant to be alone and to accept my lot in life. It's amazing what shame can do to a person. It allowed me to get comfortable and used to a life that was never meant to be lived.

I will keep running. And I will keep fighting. And I will always be grateful and filled with wonder and excitement for what this new life has brought me. Finally addressing my biggest demon, my weight, allowed me to come out from behind my shame, accept love, and give love away. That 318 pound, big personality, lonely girl, is now in love and experiencing the life that I thought I could never have.

And for that, I will keep fighting.

What's your PR?

A "PR" in the wellness world means "Personal Record."

Last Sunday was my half marathon. Since I have never run a half marathon, I certainly set a PR. But as my friend Kirke most eloquently put it the morning of the race, this PR was "Personal Reason."

What was my PR?

I had intended to run this race alone. I have been training since October with that in mind. 95% of my training runs for the past 5 months have been alone. I was used to that, I found success in that, I became accustomed to that.

About a week before the race, my partner Julie said "I think we should run the half together." I immediately did the whole "thanks but no thanks" thing because, to be honest, I have always done things alone. I was used to that, I found success in that, I became accustomed to that.

You see, she is much faster than me. She has done half marathons before. LOTS of them. And full marathons before. She is a hare. I am a tortoise. So when we talked about it again, I still wasn't convinced.

Here is my PR: sure, I lost 125 pounds while training to run those 13 miles. But that's not it. I have faced the biggest beast that has made my world increasingly smaller. But that's not it. I had the courage to finally come out and tell my story to a world of peers that think being gay AND christian isn't a thing. But that's not it either.

My PR is that I don't have to run this race alone. Not this one, not the next one, not the metaphorical one, none of them.

I have had some amazing conversations with people since coming out. I have had friends that love Jesus tell me that their God doesn't accept my lifestyle, and I have had friends that love Jesus tell me how proud they are of me. I have had people tell me that watching me come out has given them courage to be more loving to the gay Christian community. I have had people tell me that we, as a society, are on a slippery slope where everything has become permissible and it has to stop.

Each conversation has been amazing because I have loved each one of those conversations individually. My friends are wrestling with what God truly believes about being a gay christian. And my story will be the only "arguing" I will ever have with them. My job is not to convince anyone of anything. My job is to try to love like

Jesus. And I can't do that alone.

So Julie and I ran those 13 miles. And it was hard. But the journey allowed me to reflect, be thankful, be emotional, and be ready for what's next. Together. Not alone. I cried when we started, and I cried when we finished. I can't believe we did it. I am so glad I checked my pride and accepted Julie's offer to run with me. She was smiling the entire time, so happy to be next to me. And to be honest, it looked effortless for her! But it was profound and meaningful, and as we crossed the finish, I knew it was just the beginning. For both of us.

Together. Not alone.

"I lost 125 pounds training for this race."

Race day t-shirt has been ordered! Shout out
to Custom Ink!

So, the half marathon I signed up for is this weekend. March 17th. I signed up back in September. And back in September, March felt like forever away. Back in September, I wasn't running at all. I was walking a lot, biking some, and that's about it. My body was two months out of surgery, but I felt ready to train for a 13 mile run that would happen in 6 months.

I started running. I am blessed to be surrounded by the accountability that you HAVE to have to make this happen. I mean when you work at the YMCA, and your job has a full gym downstairs from your office, and in fact encourages you to take time off during the day to work out, you sort of lose all excuses...

I just looked back at my training plan and over the course of those six months, I have run 137 miles. That's a lot of thinking time. And a lot of dreaming time. And a lot of thankful time.

I decided to make a funny t-shirt for the race on Sunday. Since it's St. Patrick's Day, I am having a green t-shirt made that says "I lost 125 pounds training for this race." I stared at that design on my computer today and thought about every pound. I tried to remember 318 pound me. I tried to remember what it felt like to run that first mile. I tried to remember all of it, because I never want to lose how thankful I am for the past six months.

The funny t-shirt design will serve its purpose and then some. I ran 5 miles today after being sick all last week. 125 pounds ago I could never imagine running 5 miles. Every one of the 137 miles I have run has meant the world to me. To watch my life completely change in the past six months is nothing short of miraculous. The weight loss surgery was the catalyst to me finally letting go of the fear of letting others in fully. I lost my "protective shell," but that shell kept out the bad AND the good. It never let people hug me, console me, be beside me, or even get to be near me.

5 miles today on my "short" run. Six months
ago, I would never believe this to be
something I could do!

The sermon at church this past weekend was about thankfulness. And how our thankfulness and joy should be loud. And public. And exciting. My partner and I are still going to church weekly, and we love it. We feel love there. Our experience has spurred on conversations greater and deeper than either of us imagined, and we feel that it is our purpose on this earth. To hold on to each other and let others know they are never alone.

On Sunday, my thankfulness will be loud. And public. And exciting. What a milestone and what a step in the biggest year of my life. And hey, if you are near the Tobacco Trail on Sunday around 9:30 am with nothing to do, I'll see you at the finish line. I'll be the one hobbling across it in a green t-shirt that says "I lost 125 pounds training for this race."

And I'll also be the one giving you a HUGE hug.

&

I ran 10 miles today. My brain was full,
and the time passed quickly. Side benefit
of overthinking everything in life?

I am 42 years old. For as long as I can remember, I have been told that being gay is a sin and I would have to choose my relationship with God, or my true identity. So for my whole adult life, I hid who I really was and never pursued a partnership with anyone. I chose God and denied my desire to share my life with someone.

When I had weight loss surgery in July of last year, I finally dealt with the one thing that had separated me from the rest of the world around me. I finally addressed the life long challenge that felt impossible to conquer. I realized I had no reason to hide anymore, that it would be terrifying to come out for all the reasons I remained hidden my whole life. What would my church friends say? What would my old Young Life friends say? What would my YMCA co-workers say?

I am a gay christian. I am gay, and I am a christian. And. Not or. I am wrestling with what the Old Testament says about me. I am wrestling with what the New Testament says about me. However, I am not wrestling with what Jesus says about me.

When I started telling my friends in July that I was gay, I was embraced with open arms. I got the classic responses of "DUH" and "what took you so long?" and "how long have you known?" to which I always answer "how long have you known you're straight?"

I had a wonderful coming out experience. Last week at the church I attend, the pastor gave a sermon on how same sex marriage is wrong, and if anyone in the congregation is struggling with a same sex relationship, they offer counseling to help people with that. I was at church with my partner, and the pastor's sermon only made me hold her hand tighter.

That church sermon was the only time I felt shamed since coming out. Therapy wouldn't turn me straight just like therapy wouldn't change my skin color or my gender. It is not a choice to be gay. No one would choose this life. It is lonely, and difficult, and heart breaking to think I have to be alone in order to honor God's call on my life. I hid for 42 years. I chose to hide for 42 years because I had well-meaning christian leaders that I trusted preach the same message I heard last week.

My partner and I are staying at this church. After the sermon this week, we had strangers come up to us and hug us, saying they were sorry for the message and that it doesn't represent the congregation. My partner talked to the pastor afterwards and let him know how offended and judged we felt, and that we didn't think he represented the views of the congregation. The pastor was kind, but had nothing to say.

This week at church, we walked in together holding hands. And we are staying at this church rather than choosing to run away because of the people in the congregation. The teenagers that might be struggling with their own sexuality, the older couple with a gay son or daughter wondering how to love them like Jesus does, the interracial couples that fear being judged themselves. We are staying because we love the people, love the message, and love the challenge.

I am a Christian. And I am gay. And I don't want to be ashamed of either of these parts of my life anymore. It's amazing what a little courage can do. And a lot of support.

And. Not or.

ONE-DER-LAND!

The stalls are real! It might have taken me three weeks
to lose that last pound to hit the 100's but we did it!

This has been a week. A challenging week. A week in which I lost the joy in what I am accomplishing with my weight loss and my health.

Has that ever happened to you? You are cruising along and staying on track and feeling great but something else hits you from the side that you weren't expecting. For me, that was several things this week. Whether it's work, family, finances, whatever causes the stress - something seemingly small can derail us.

And I was derailed this week. But I can't turn to food like I used to my whole life. However, I did have to fight the desire to crawl into a hole. I fought the urge to stop responding to texts and phone calls, close the blinds, call in sick, and pull the covers over my head. Instead, I am learning how to fight through pain instead of hide from it. I am learning how to let people in instead of locking them out. I am learning to let myself be taken care of as much as I have taken care of others.

God gave me a gift this week. He allowed me to hit that Onederland mark. I didn't do anything spectacular this week. I am eating like I am supposed to, trying to get 100 grams of protein a day, and working out 5 days a week. The half marathon I am training for is in 3 weeks. I am running. A lot. But the weight loss stalls are real, and when I asked my nutritionist if I was done losing weight she quickly, emphatically said "NO! You will lose for the next 8-10 months."

When was the last time I saw a "1" at the beginning of my weight? When was the last time I weighed one hundred something pounds? Was it middle school? If so, I don't remember because my brain blocked the traumatizing days of getting physicals as a 12 year old. And every year after that. The social anxiety and embarrassment of having to go to a doctor once a year and pretend that I wasn't overweight crushed me. The end of the summer was always nerve racking because I knew that any day, my mom would take me for my yearly physical.

We have to let go of one thing to hold on to another. I have to let go of my past to hold on to my future. One summer in high school, I was getting out of a boat to step on to the dock and I hesitated. I hesitated too long with one foot in the boat and one foot on the dock. The boat split from the dock and I fell into the water, flailing with windmill arms the whole way down. I should have let go of the boat and trusted the dock. With both feet. All in.

We are all moving forward. Onederland is not the end. But today, I am resting in this accomplishment and reflecting on how I got here. I am overwhelmed and grateful. I am hopeful and happy. I am proud and humbled. And I am letting go of the boat and trusting the dock.

With both feet.

All in.

Fight for yourself.

I went back to work yesterday, thankfully. I am four weeks out from surgery, and I feel good. Some days I feel like I got hit by a train, though. I get tired pretty easily which, I guess is what happens when you only take in about 500 calories a day.

The weight loss has been rapid since surgery. My clothes are baggy and my face looks noticeably different. The scale has been an encouraging indicator, too. Until this week.

Oh, the scale...

My doctor warned me about the stalls that come with this process, and I am in the middle of one. I hit 49 pounds lost and I was PUMPED to get to 50 pounds down and counting! I was losing about a pound a day and chugging right along. Until this week.

I am stalled. I have been stalled for about 5 days now. And here's what happens in my brain when progress (any kind of progress) stalls.

I guess it didn't work. This is as good as it will get. I won't do any better than this. Oh well, I gave it a good try. This might have worked for other people, but not me. I quit.

And phase two of that defeat is to go back to old habits, old relationships, old ways of life. Somewhere deep down, we all fight those demons that tell us we don't deserve better. We don't deserve happiness like we've never known. We don't deserve love like we've never known. We don't deserve life more abundantly than before. Why do we allow those demons to win?

The scale puts my brain in that scary spot.

In the past...a defeating number on the scale would send me into the arms of Ben and Jerry's. Or Sara Lee. Or Burger King, or whatever. But not this time. I am fighting for myself. I refuse to go backwards, to sabotage myself, to settle. I didn't come this far in my life to throw it away over a speed bump.

Stalls are a part of life. But we have to work through them, because we deserve everything that waits for us on the other side. Everything. Stay the course. Let people into it with you. Fight for yourself.

face to face

The left picture is from April, the right picture is from
last Sunday. What a difference in four months!

I hung out with a friend last Saturday and when he looked at me he said "Oh my God, your face!" And I said, "I know, I got too crispy in the sun yesterday." And he said... "No, your face looks totally different since I saw you last weekend."

Really?

You know when you are in something so long, you don't see change? Or when you become so familiar with something, you can't see progress? Yup, that's me. That first picture is from April (not pictured: Governor Roy Cooper) and that second picture is from Sunday at Raleigh Supercon (not pictured: Hannah Wait, the Fonz, the Incredible Hulk, the Karate Kid, Joey Fatone, and Opie from SAMCRO).

I am learning the value of trusting your friends. Sometimes we lose perspective because we lose the ability to reach out, be vulnerable, and trust what comes next from the mouths of those that love us most.

Everyone keeps saying this blog is brave. I don't feel very brave, but I am accepting that. I just feel like I am supposed to keep writing about this, because it's not about losing weight. It's about gaining yourself back. And that message is universal, right?

I am down 45 pounds since April, and that's 27 pounds since surgery on July 11th. I have a long way to go, but I am so motivated, and I went into this because I knew I couldn't lose the weight and keep it off on my own. I had to check my pride at the doctor's office and admit I needed help. I am thankful to friends that have rallied around me and came without being called.

Great things happen on the other side of pride. I hope I get to rally around every one of you sooner than later.

Did I make a mistake?

(subtitle: No, I didn't make a mistake...but it doesn't stop the doubt!)

Smiling like a happy idiot!

Duodenal switch surgery was on Wednesday at 10 am. I clawed my way out of the hospital by Thursday night. I could tell the nurses and doctor wanted me to stay another night but I wasn't having it. Here's a picture of me right before going into surgery. Here are some of the pictures you don't get to see because, as we know, no one posts their darkest moments on social media!

You get no pictures of the nausea, the various tubes and needles and lines all over me, the countless check-ins and blood draws and extra hospital goodies. You, sadly, don't get a video of the lady down the hall from me screaming bloody murder while they try to put a tube in her arm. And I wish I had a picture of the sad parade of newly operated patients walking around the halls, in our socks and open gowns, pushing our IV bags, to prevent blood clots. We looked like a bunch of hunch-backed zombies afraid of eye contact.

I had great care. I have amazing friends that stayed with me overnight. I had a terrible tv, though, and I need to talk to Rex about that one. But I was ready to go home and get past surgery. For the first 48 hours I really wondered if I had made a mistake. Why did I put myself through this? If I was stronger, I should be able to lose weight and keep it off on my own. Why did I go through such a drastic surgery?

See, I don't know what being a thin person feels like. I don't know what the other side of this will be. All I know is the pain right now and the soreness and the nausea and the inability to eat or drink much of anything. But I have to trust what's next. It took me a lifetime to get to this weight, it won't come off overnight. And my brain won't understand this overnight either. When we have settled so long for something or someone, it's hard to believe we deserve better.

I know I deserve better. And I know this past year has been a deliberate season of taking my health back. This is the beginning, and I am grateful for the time, for once, to focus on my health. And to write a yelp review about Rex Hospital's tiny tv's...

The life of a prepper

Shout out to Bariatric Advantage and Celebrate vitamins.

I was going to entitle this "The life of a doomsday prepper" but what I have coming up isn't doomsday, it's more like a birthday. Except much more painful and filled with vitamins.

Speaking of vitamins, someone asked about the regimen, so here it is. 5 times a day I am taking a chewable vitamin of some sort, because that's what my new body can absorb. Because I am such a prepper, I have already organized them into easy doses to make sure I don't miss a beat. Vitamins are crucial in recovery since I won't be able to take in a lot of food nutrition.

And here's what the fridge looks like. Day one of the liquid diet prep is today. Duodenal switch surgery is July 11th. And a warning if you have to interact with me this week: I will be hangry pretty much all week. So I apologize in advance for what I might do or say.

For those of you looking for protein shake recommendations, I really can't say enough good things about Premier Protein. I have tried a LOT of options for protein in my life, and this is really the bariatric standard. 160 calories, 30 grams of protein, and 1 gram of sugar. You can find them at Walmart and Sams Club and they have a great variety of flavors. Peach and cookies and cream are my favorites.

I keep hearing that your taste buds completely change after surgery, but I am hoping I can still tolerate the shakes afterwards. They have been a lifeline for me, truly.

Cheers to day one!

Practicing Being Brave Part II

Damn right!

I revisited my blog today. My last post was in March of 2017 when Georgie went to puppy boot camp. It was entitled "Practicing Being Brave."

So this is part 2.

I am resurrecting the blog. And I am resurrecting my weight loss journey too. In a super charged way, I hope. I have decided to have bariatric surgery, more specifically, a surgery called "duodenal switch." I have been working on this with my doctor for over a year. My surgery date is July 11th.

I have friends that have had this surgery and have been very private about it, only telling their family. I didn't understand the need to keep it private, but I do now.

I am a "shout it from the mountain top" kind of person. I try to be as open as I can, hoping that it makes others feel comfortable. I have several friends that used the same bariatric program I am using. As I shared the process with my close friends and family, I have gotten all the support in the world. For the most part...

However, this process is raw and brings up emotions and feelings that have been long buried under overeating. So the criticism with the process hurt that much worse. I had a friend refer to it as "elective surgery" and that just sent me into a dark place.

Was it my poor eating choices alone that got me to this point? No, but it certainly contributed. And if I could lose the weight and keep it off on my own, I would have. I got to this weight on my own, but I can't get to my goal weight on my own. I have tried and failed many times. I am choosing medical intervention as a tool to help me reach my goals and be healthy now so I don't become even unhealthier later. This is not a nose job, it's been a process for over a year. This will change the way I eat the rest of my life. I will be on a strict vitamin regimen forever. This is not going to be easy. That's how I know it's going to work.

For those of us who struggle with our weight, let me remind you: naturally thin people do not get it. But it's not their fault. They will say things that feel wildly disrespectful and hurtful. We still need to let them love us and care about our struggles. And for those of you that don't struggle with your weight, let me remind you: go easy. Choose to be kind and choose your words carefully, because your words matter. That's a good life lesson for all of us.

So, I will keep practicing being brave. And I am excited about what's next.

Ben does life.

In 2011 I stumbled upon this video about a guy named Ben. In 2009, he weighed over 300 pounds. By the end of 2010, he had lost 120 pounds. Watch this:

Ben got a book deal. Had a big blogger following with "Ben Does Life." Inspired thousands of people. Found love. Pursued his passion for writing.

But that was in 2011.

Ben now weighs over 350 pounds. More than when he started his journey in the beginning. Most of us wonder "how?" How could this inspirational guy that publicly documented his journey and wrote a book about weight loss gain it all back and then some? In fact, most of us would write it off as a failure, if we're being honest.

But guess what? Ben still has a blog. He is still working on it. He is still doing life.

See weight loss blogs come and go. I can't tell you how many blogs I used to follow of people with successful stories that are now...gone. No posts since last year. Or the year before. Or the blog was taken down because I guess it's just too hard to be public if you fail. Sure, the success is worth sharing, but the failure...

But Ben is doing life. He is doing life because he knows that the failure is worth sharing. Failure doesn't mean falling. Failing means not giving up. And this dude hasn't given up. His blog is gut wrenching for me because I can share his emotions on depression and loneliness. Weight loss and weight gain. It is so awesome to watch the scale numbers go down and the clothes get baggy. It is so devastating to watch the opposite happen. But ultimately, the opposite does happen. For so many people. Then, try doing that while the world is watching!

Just because we fail, it doesn't make us a failure. It's an event, not a person. It's temporary, not permanent. It's a thing, not a condition. The past few months have been great for me. I have a great friend holding me accountable and my eating has been on point and I am getting stronger again after surgery. I am down about 18 pounds since February. This is a wave that I will ride as hard as I can. But when the failure wave comes (and it will), I am going to take a page out of Ben's book and just do life. Keep moving. Keep getting back up.

Failure is an event, not a person.

-Liz