What really matters in WLS
Yesterday at work I had an experience that meant more to me than any look in the mirror since my weight loss surgery. I am in training, at work, with my counterpart in another department, and as, such we had to walk back and forth between my office and his, in two separate buildings about half mile apart. I work at the Ford Rouge Complex,a large industrial complex with multiple buildings each housing different manufacturing facilities.
In our haste to make a meeting, we took a short cut, or what we thought was a short cut, by cutting through our body storage building. This is a multi-floor building where newly painted truck bodies are stored. The only connection between this building and other buildings, on the complex, is a series of long overhead, (overpass like), tunnels. I worked on the launch the first of these buildings over 15 years ago.
To get to a meeting we had to climb the steps to the sixth floor, then walk the quarter mile down the tunnel. As I reached the top steps I realized I was not out of breath. I had just walked up 98 steps, non stop! (Some worker in the plant was kind enough to have written on the top floor wall the number of steps, most likely protesting having to climb them every day.) I said to my coworker, "I just walked up these steps like nothing!" He replied, "Yeah, well, you work out", huffing and puffing. I looked back and he was bent over a rail trying to catch his breath.
It was then that I realized what this journey is all about and what really matters! I use to stop three times climbing the steps to these buildings and then, once at the top, I would be so out of breath I couldn't stop gasping for air enough to say a word. Before the weight loss I could hardly climb the one flight of steps to the basement of my home. It had been years since I had been up in the attic of my home to see what I had stored up there!
It is not the look in the mirror that is important, it is being able to do things like that without stressing our bodies that was the reason for having Weight Loss Surgery! I now know I can relax about the little things, like hanging skin, and wondering if I will ever have a normal looking body again. I have a healthier body and that is what really matters.
Nick
In our haste to make a meeting, we took a short cut, or what we thought was a short cut, by cutting through our body storage building. This is a multi-floor building where newly painted truck bodies are stored. The only connection between this building and other buildings, on the complex, is a series of long overhead, (overpass like), tunnels. I worked on the launch the first of these buildings over 15 years ago.
To get to a meeting we had to climb the steps to the sixth floor, then walk the quarter mile down the tunnel. As I reached the top steps I realized I was not out of breath. I had just walked up 98 steps, non stop! (Some worker in the plant was kind enough to have written on the top floor wall the number of steps, most likely protesting having to climb them every day.) I said to my coworker, "I just walked up these steps like nothing!" He replied, "Yeah, well, you work out", huffing and puffing. I looked back and he was bent over a rail trying to catch his breath.
It was then that I realized what this journey is all about and what really matters! I use to stop three times climbing the steps to these buildings and then, once at the top, I would be so out of breath I couldn't stop gasping for air enough to say a word. Before the weight loss I could hardly climb the one flight of steps to the basement of my home. It had been years since I had been up in the attic of my home to see what I had stored up there!
It is not the look in the mirror that is important, it is being able to do things like that without stressing our bodies that was the reason for having Weight Loss Surgery! I now know I can relax about the little things, like hanging skin, and wondering if I will ever have a normal looking body again. I have a healthier body and that is what really matters.
Nick
Nick, I so know what you mean. When I would get nose bleed seats at Redskins Stadium. Half way up I would think why the hell was I being cheap? Then my legs would start to cramp, could not stop cause people were behind me.. I used to wait for the elevator now I look for the stairs. It's amazing what difference a few weeks make.
Cheers to better health
Cheers to better health