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Plastic fantastic
I’ve finally faced the big fear. Plastic Surgery. I met with a lovely, lovely lady who is enthusiastic about working on me. She didn’t baulk at the undulating excess skin that adorns me: she was kind and humane. I was surprisingly emotional when I left – having expected judgement for letting myself get so fat…
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I did it.
I’m now two weeks and two days post surgery. I still can’t quite believe that I did it. It feels surreal, apart from the roughly 23lbs I’ve lost. I am eternally grateful to my friends and family, who have been nothing other than completely supportive and present for me. I am lucky to have amazing…
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Christmas Mourning
Christmas this year feels like the last days of Rome. Eating has been such a huge part of my life. It’s social. You do it with others and go and meet them to do it. You get pissed when you’re doing it. I love cooking it, and in recent years have really honed my skills.…
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Telling loved ones
I tested the waters initially by telling a few very close friends. Aside from a couple of odd comments – “Have you tried going for a run?”. Yes – I used to exercise at a gym six days a week with a personal trainer and do three hours of pilates a week (I was still…
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Worry, what worry?
One of the things that I’ve noticed during researching this surgery, is the genuine surprise that some of the people have had that it hurts afterwards. This isn’t a magic wand. This is an irreversible surgery. I lie awake fretting that I’m not making the right decision. What if I die during the surgery? What…
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My Name is Jo, and I am fat (Phat).
I’ve been fat for a long time. This isn’t a new thing for me. I went from being a slightly chubby child, to a chubby teen, to a chubby young adult, to a fat adult, ending up where I am now: a very fat adult. My story is a fairly standard tale of a fat,…