I’ll never be fat again. That die is cast, that ship has sailed, it’s written in the stars. I am too stubborn, too dogged and too vigilant. This weekend I just passed my eighth surgiversary and entered year nine in my bariatric journey.
I can’t believe how much has changed since November 20, 2002 the day I first had RNY surgery. I’m closer to 40 than 20, I’ve gone from naïve fiancé to jaded divorcee, I thought my battle with my weight was the worst health crisis I would face and watched that pale in comparison to my father’s battle with cancer. I’m thinner, but more importantly, I’m wiser.
With that being said I am changing my focus from being thin, to being healthy. Not that I’m unhealthy, but it’s time for me to join the ranks of the super healthy and the super fit. Yea, I’m going to be one of those people.
For a while now, nearly a year almost, I’ve been so much more cognizant of the food that I consume. With rare exceptions, I cook every meal I eat. I shun the highly processed, the unnatural, the genetically modified, the factory farmed trash that the American food industry has been pushing on us for years, my whole lifetime really.
You won’t see me at a drive thru window. I don’t care if it fits in my caloric budget, it’s trash; hormone laden, antibiotic ridden, chemically polluted, processed beyond recognition garbage. It doesn’t matter how thin I am, I can’t be really healthy if my body is a toxic wasteland. But enough of this particular soapbox for now, I’ll be back with more later.
I took the opportunity of my surgical anniversary to add another tool to my tool kit; a new workout program. I’ve always exercised, and if you know me at all you know it’s not the phone it in, stroll around the block, splash around in the pool kind of workout. But this is a whole new level.
On Saturday, I started the Beach Body P90X fitness program. Now let me preface this by saying I’m starting from a place of relatively decent fitness and this program is rugged, just downright rugged. It’s day four and I’m pretty sure even the tips of my hair are sore. But I’m ready. Check back with me in 86 days.
