The fat lady sings...

It’s true what can I tell you I’m fat and I own it. It’s not derogatory it’s the truth. Being fat has rarely effected my life. I’ve been married twice (still married to my fantastic number two!), have a beautiful daughter and a literally spectacular career. I love what I do, how I do it, when I do it and although I work more than I play I consider my substantial side hustles my hobbies. All that work gives me plenty of opportunities to put off work outs and recently I reflected that my increased travelling actually provided what I called my airport work out going from security to gates pushing carryon luggage. Many years ago I was actually much heftier and I came down with an “escape the room” complex. No not those special rooms where everyone works together to win, a real complex. I was terrified of being in places I couldn’t escape...in fact at every event every restaurant I would plan my entrance and exit to a room based on the closeness of people at chairs and tables. Crazy right? It’s not like a normal person or a skinny person doesn’t have to say “excuse me” when pushing through a crowd by a bar - but I felt my size prohibited that simple option least I be scorned. It was during this period I got gastric banding. My only surgery ever at the time. I was terrified of the pain (check blog 1 where I mention that ;)) and it was my first time under the knife - I wrote my daughter a long letter to carry her thru the rest of her life in case I didn’t make it. But tada! I did and clinically the band was a success as initially I lost 100 pounds. You’re probably wondering where I’m going with this? Well you know my mom and I are having chemo at the same time....