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The Definition of Success

I’ve had to really think about my definition of “success”.

I am 19 months post-op sleeve. I started at 320 (5’5″). Lost to 281 before surgery. Lost down to 207 and basically stopped.

I am not thin. I look at people who started with my stats and have lost down to like 150. They are thin. I don’t think I ever will be.

Had plastics 11/9/22. Now at 192. I wear a size XL. I still have upper belly fat.

I have stuck with the program: getting in my fluids and protein, limiting carbs, generally eat between 1100 and 1300 calories a day. I exercise regularly; I do yoga most days and I walk 1-3 miles a day.

Have I “failed” because I am not thin, that I have not lost as much as I would like?

I like to think not.

  • I can buy regular size clothes.
  • I no longer take diabetes medicines, and most of my other blood work is perfect.
  • I can walk for miles (as compared to having to be on a mobility scooter because of my back injury).
  • I can be on my feet and dance for a long time.
  • I no longer need a seatbelt extender in a car or plane.
  • I fit comfortably in a stadium seat.
  • My eating doesn’t feel out of control.

And the list goes on. Many victories. So have I succeeded? I think so.

I’m still a bit bitter that I haven’t had the same measure of success that some others have had.