Whatcha Doin’ Wednesday is me giving you a snapshot of a week in my life. From last Wednesday to this Wednesday.
Now this is actually a very big deal because I have not been able to fit in a hairdresser’s chair in several years.
I used to have a hairdresser who I had been going to since 2006. I gained over 100 pounds during that time and he was extremely accommodating .
He would make arrangements for me in advance to have a special chair brought in that did not have arms.
He also would do my hair at times when there were not very many people there so I would not feel so embarrassed.
Unfortunately, he moved away about 18 months ago.
After this, I just stopped getting my hair cut.
Recently, I began noticing that I could now squeeze into chairs.
I’m not saying it’s comfortable but I am able to at least get in.
I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed but a hairdresser’s chair can be especially difficult. There is that step they always have hanging out there at the bottom which you have to maneuver around and as I’ve said before–there’s no maneuvering when you’re over 400 pounds.
There also isn’t a lot of space in the chair and it tends to push your forward.
If you’re extremely obese you can easily find yourself on the edge slipping off.
At one point in time I just gave up and decided that it was my destiny to become Rapunzel.
Not because I felt like a princess but because my hair would most likely never get cut again. I should be happy my hair doesn’t grow any faster than it does.
It was a victorious day for me to fit in that chair. I’m not going to lie. It was still a tight fit but I was in. For me to be able to make an appointment, walk in, and get my hair done without anyone having to accomodate me was just an unbelievable feeling.
They didn’t have to pull out a bench for me to sit on. There was no drama involved. Just me sitting in a chair getting my hair cut. And yet it was one of the best days I’ve had in years!
Here I was a few hours later
When I got home, my oldest daughter (who is about to turn 16 in 4 days!!) said that it looked pretty darn good!
She added that it was high past time I got my eyebrows done.
Well lets’ just talk about THAT one for a second.
If I can’t fit in a hairdresser’s chair, how do you think I’m going to hop up and lay down on the table where they do your eyebrows?
As a result of that, my eyebrows have resembled caterpillars for quite awhile.
Trust me–it’s been the least of my problems.
You get to 417 pounds–you’re not caring about your eyebrows.
But she decided it was time to get the job done and took it upon herself to complete the task. I’m not going to say it wasn’t painful but I think she did a fantastic job.
You can decide.
I sure do look much better in this picture, huh?
The wonders of a haircut, eyebrow plucking and some good make up!
There have been a lot of events going on at the school lately.
My two youngest had award ceremonies.
My son was also chosen to participate in Literacy Awareness night.
In the past, I have been either unable to attend these things or I would go and have to stand.
Everything always takes place in the cafeteria.
You’re expected to sit on these teeny tiny benches that are attached to the tables.
I’m sure you’ve seen them.
The benches do NOT scoot out. They are attached.
This presents the same dilemma as a booth.
An obese person cannot sit on this.
The best they can do is to sit facing the other direction with their back to the table.
Now this works for awhile even though it’s uncomfortable but when you’re 417 pounds–well it’s just not going to happen.
I’d say this is pretty small for even a normal sized individual! I measured them and they’re maybe 2 feet wide but barely.
Do you know how awful it is to be a mother and not be able to attend important events?
Or to go and stand on your feet praying to God that they don’t buckle underneath you?
You’re probably thinking I could have asked someone to get me a chair right?
Well–there is no chair when you’re over 400 pounds that won’t break.
So really…you’re just out of luck.
I missed a lot of events because of this.
When I think about it, I just want to cry from guilt.
But I can’t dwell on that.
I’m still barely on the bench…but I’m on it!!
What an awesome day!! Watching my kids and cheering them on!!
And this week we had another exciting thing happen .
Annabelle was chosen to sing a solo in Kids Choir.
She was so thrilled to get the chance to stand on stage with a microphone and sing a solo.
It was something she had auditioned for and been wanting to do for a long time.
Now was my chance to watch her perform.
The Kids Choir led the music for the younger children .
And that room has…you guessed it…NO chairs.
But they did have a few stools.
You know what’s worse than chairs with arms?
You see, not only am I obese. I’m short!
And to make it even better this is a tiny stool.
I wouldn’t have even dared to sit on it in the past.
I’ve broken chairs before. Sturdy chairs.
You know that scene from the movie “Shallow Hal” where she breaks the chair?
Well I’ve lived it.
I’ve broken chairs. I’ve broken toilet seats. The list goes on.
It’s humiliating. It’s horrific. And the only reason I’m even admitting this now is because I know I’m not alone.
And I know that there are others who have experienced this.
And as horrible as that can be–there is hope.
This was the stool they had available if you wanted to sit down
7 months ago, I would have had to miss watching my daughter sing because I was no longer able to handle standing on my feet and this stool had no chance going up against me!
But this is me on Saturday night–sittin’ on a stool!!
It was still risky because I’m still obese.
However, I went for it and it worked!
My oldest daughter, Savannah, took a picture because she literally could not believe that I was able to sit on the stool!!
Here’s Annabelle singing her solo in Kids Choir!!
They had a blast. The Kids Choir is so much fun and they do a great job.
I’m so glad that she was able to do this and I was able to watch it.
Annabelle is the one in the middle.
She’s kind of tall for her age, right?
Don’t ask me where she got that from!!
She has to fight against the genetics to make that happen.
The other girls also did a fabulous job with their solos as well. The whole Kids Choir is run so well. I’ve never seen anything like it.
And I never would have seen it at all if not for the amazing changes taking place in my life.
What a wonderful time this was for all of us. The music was uplifting and encouraging. To be there in the midst of all the fun was great. And the best part of all was the song they sang titled “You Are Good!”.
And I’ll sing because You are good
And I’ll dance because You are good
You are good to me…to me…
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
It’s exactly the way I feel about how blessed I have been that God opened doors for me to have this surgery and start on this journey to a healthier and happier life!
Something else exciting happened this week.
I was able to buy fuzzy pajama pants!
I know this may not sound like much but it sure is a big deal to me.
I’ve been eyeing these fuzzy pajama pants in Walmart for about 2 years.
I really wanted some but I was about 4 sizes larger than the largest size available.
A 3X might as well have been a size 4.
I bought all my kids some and they love them. For years I’ve looked at them longingly.
They’re so soft and warm!
Well guess who has fuzzy pajama pants now??!
I’m also wearing my Mandisa shirt which I manage to also fit into now.
The one that says “My mirror does not define me” 🙂
This is a great thing for me to remember because sometimes the mirror says very mean things!!
Like…”You’ve lost 130 pounds and you’re still that big??” Well that’s just fine .
It’s true. I’ve lost 130 pounds and I’m still obese. And I’ll be obese in another 50 pounds from now too.
But I sat on a stool and watched my daughter sing.
And I sat in a hairdresser’s chair and got my hair cut.
And I’m wearing fuzzy pajama pants that I couldnt fit into 6 sizes ago.
So even if I have a long way still to go that’s ok with me.
I’ve learned it’s not about how far I have to go.
It’s about the journey along the way.
And that brings us to today….
Charlotte had to stay after school for a project so afterwards I took her out to lunch for some one on one time.
When you have 4 kids, it’s hard to do that but I find that spending time with each of them individually wherever I can squeeze it in keeps each of our relationships on its own special path.
The big plate in the picture is mine .
And that’s what it looked like when I was DONE eating.
Going out to eat for me is more of a social event now than an eating event.
I had about 6-7 bites of the meat. And I was very full. The rest went in a take home box for the other kids to share.
I truly love my sleeve. That’s the surgery that I had (gastric sleeve).
I still can barely believe that it’s me sitting there with all that food not needing to eat every last bite.
Not even being able to if I could. My sleeve has changed my life.
And last but not least…this is me today…heading out the door in my new jeans.
Six sizes smaller than they used to be! And I bought them from the Avenue.
A store I have never shopped in before now.
Most of my clothes were special ordered off the internet. But not anymore!
What a week we’ve had!
So now the only thing left to ask is….
That’s YOU! Please fill me in on how your week is going. I’ve been uplifted and encouraged by so many people who have left me comments or contacted me via email.
Some of them have had the surgery.
Some of them are thinking about it .
And some of them have no affiliation with the surgery at all.
Some struggle with their weight and are using other methods to lose it.
No matter what method we choose, we’re all on this journey together.
Trying to find our way out of the dark.
Some people who have contacted me aren’t even overweight at all.
They’re just people with compassionate hearts who may have struggled with other areas of life.
But they can identify with hardship. They can identify with life being challenging.
So I ask you once again…Whatcha’ Doin? I look forward to hearing all about it!