A few years ago I had a pretty good run at exercising and eating clean. I lost 80 pounds but due to some personal issues, life events, depression, etc. I put it back on, plus some. There always seems to be the "plus some" when you yo-yo. Unfortunately, being just a little bit older, my body didn't accept the new weight as favorably as it has in the past. It started packing it on in new, uncomfortable places and quickly made me feel worse and worse. I became primarily sedentary, which only compounded the depression. I was starting to feel hopeless and helpless. WHAT A TRAP! Of course, when you feel that low, you certainly don't feel like you can do anything about it.
Last fall I spiked a fever and became very ill, very fast. I'm not one to run right off to the doctor so I took some Ibuprofen, went to bed, and tried to assess what might be happening. My fever only increased and at one point exceeded 104 degrees. I was delirious. It was awful. I kept fighting on my own and thought I was improving but the following day I laid down to rest and woke up to another high fever and a bright red, hot leg. We finally decided it was time to go to the hospital. The doctor lifted up the sheet, took one look at my leg and said, "You're likely not going anywhere." Sure enough, I was admitted and spent a week in the hospital fighting cellulitis.
That Cellulitis and the weight compromising my circulatory system left me dealing with a frustrating case of Lymphedema. (Lymphedema is an incurable but treatable medical condition caused by injury, trauma or congenital defects in the lymphatic system). It is something that was already developing after gaining much of the weight back that I lost, but it was definitely worse after the infection. My leg is not near as bad as some you might find in Google images but I certainly don't want it to be either. I made a good effort after the hospital stay to get back on track but just couldn't manage to get it together. Addiction SUCKS! I was/am a sugar junkie. Much of my life has been based around food. Cooking food, enjoying food, sharing food with family and friends, etc. I have always been ok with being the fat girl but...all of sudden, I was a DYING FAT GIRL! If not dead, I was soon to be the fat amputee. My poor leg. How could I be doing this all to myself? GAH!
So, I decided there was no other choice. I would have to have bariatric surgery. I couldn't put it off anymore. I needed to find a surgeon I could afford. I had to save my life. That's a whole other post. BUT, now I can write a Part 2 to my Planet Fitness post and tell you why I decided to make them part of my regular routine.
"The bravest thing I have ever done was continuing to live when I wanted to die."-Juliette Lewis