Here’s some #FatChick411 for ya. At my biggest, I probably weighed well over 700 pounds. It’s impossible to say how big I actually got because the scales errored out at over 650 pounds. I’m guessing I was easily over 750 pounds. I’m down to 428 pounds now. I’m not bragging, just stating fact.
I was that size for a long time. I mean years. I was told at one point that I had stage three kidney disease. My legs were swollen so badly that my right leg burst. The doctor told me to get my ass home and in a recliner with my feet up and to stay there if I didn’t want to lose my legs. So I did. For years. I still have my legs, thank God. Maybe he was right, but it took a tole on my body.
I saw a different doctor years later who told me the extra fat had started making its own hormones. I went through menopause early because of it. Like in my mid-thirties early. Okay, I’m not complaining about that. No period is amazing!
Along with the weight came high blood pressure that went unchecked for years. That’s the only cause the doctors I’ve seen can point to as causing the kidney disease because my kidneys look fine on the ultrasound.
The reason I keep talking about my kidney disease is because I lose 10,000 units of vitamin D through my kidneys every day. This also went unchecked for years causing my teeth and bones not to absorb calcium the way they should. I look like I have meth mouth, and my bones are brittle.
I bring this up because this is where the newest pain comes in. I was stretching across my dad’s hospital bed the other day to clean behind it, and my ribs were on the metal side rail. I stretched as far as I could. Pop! Something popped in my rib area. I’m not sure if I cracked a rib or just strained the muscles, but it is now a few days later and I am still swollen in that area and am in excruciating pain.
I taped my ribs for a day. Oh my gosh! The difference was amazing. A lot of the pain left. Two 24 oz. beers later and I finally got more than a few hours sleep for the first time in a few days. It was amazing!
And then I turned stupid and removed the tape. That wasn’t so bad. The pain was manageable right up till my younger son and I were horsing around. I took his phone and was playing keep away with it. He fell on top of me trying to get it, and Pop! There went my ribs again. Now here I sit at almost 2 a.m. unable to sleep again.
I’m not saying don’t lose the extra weight. Mentally, I feel a ton better since losing the weight, although I do feel like I’m wearing someone else’s skin suit at times. Just make sure you have a doctor who is experienced with morbidly obese people and helping them lose weight. A great support system at home helps as well.