Monday, September 9, 2024 at 9:26 PM
Friends and conspirators, heres the update for week 6 of the Fatman’s Journal. The bathroom scale has me at 345 this morning, down another 6 since 2 weeks ago. As literally everyone pointed out, the weigth loss might slow down and even pause for a week or two, but work the program and the program works you.
A lot has happened in the past 2 weeks. First, no update last week, I was too busy infecting my baby sister, #1 son and my elderly mother with Covid. There’s nothing that can make you feel more like a complete piece of shit than the knowlege that you gave a woman in her 80’s a potentially life threatening disease. Remember when Grandma Killer was a joke? The first couple of days, I assumed it was just a head cold due to the hotel AC. Then Sister got it, #1 son was next and then mom. The boy and I are mostly out of the woods, baby sister says things are getting better and mom’s doing everything she’s supposed to do. Knock wood.
A cross country trip by car is an interesting experience when you are ‘obesity type 3’. Yes, they’ve stopped using Morbidly obese because lay people thought it meant ‘death’. I kinda wish they kept it – it was a hell of a motivator for me and somehow felt more honest. So I’m going to keep it, if it’s ok with y’all. Flying was out of the question – it would’ve meant buying 2 seats, standing in long lines, getting the seatbelt extender and at least one connecting flight and you just know the next gate is in the other terminal at the end of concourse B. So we drove. And drove and drove. #1 son and Baby Sister got to experience the sheer terror of a fatman/apnea/narcoleptic episode. What’s the old joke about dying in your sleep while your passengers scream in terror? I’m sure that guard rail would’ve kept us from going over the edge into the traffic below.
Thank god there was an open parking space near the entrance and an open handycap stall everywhere we stopped. I shudder to think if I had to go through those contortions just to pee in a regular stall or god forbid at the urinal. Everytime I walked through the snack aisle, I noticed people staring, waiting to see how tubby was going to gorge himself. I used to play a game at restaurants and such “is that guy fatter than me?” Now I don’t play anymore. Not much of a point anymore, is there? Besides, I had to keep the Kraken contained, (Look up the side effects of Mounjaro). so I refrained from eating much at all while traveling. If peeing in a public restroom is that hard, imagine, or maybe not… So I stuck with liquids – Diet Coke, Water and Celsius. BTW, I can’t recomend Celsius enough. IT’s a different kind of engergy drink and it’s probably as responsible for my weight loss as anything else. No doubt, I’ve probably moved around more in the last 10 days than I have in the last 10 weeks. Somewhere around here, I’ve got a fitbit. It would’ve been interesting to see what my output really was.
I started out trying to keep all this hush hush while we were visiting the folx. Hiding the meds, vague answers about what’s going on. It would’ve been easy. Mom’s not an internet person. The unofficial Litton Motto is, “if they don’t know, they can’t worry”. But I wanted my mom to be honest with me about her health, and I wanted to set an example for #1 Son, so I laid it all out for her. Triumphs, challenges, the whole magilla including the lymphedema and the oozing infections. I got a few dirtly looks from Baby Sister, but I think she understands. The boy wanted to see me hit the needle and so did mom, so there in her kitchen, I lifted my shirt, pushed the injector against my skin and click, put on the show. They both said, ‘so, that’s it?’ Yea, that’s what’s saving my life.