
Bottom line, I should have never gotten this surgery. It cost me a 50-pound weight gain, where most people lose weight after they remove their thyroid. Of course, my luck caused me to blow up like a damn balloon. I needed it done though because I had a huge lump/mass in my neck, and I was so worried that it would become cancerous later on in life because cancer runs in my family. But the cost? Horrible self-esteem and a huge weight gain that I can’t seem to get rid of no matter what I do.
I have a huge resentment towards my mom for not going to a doctor at all when she was pregnant with me. No pre-natal care no nothing, and that was mostly my dad’s doing because he didn’t think she needed a doctor. Typical. That’s why when I was born, I was on a machine for the first six months of my life with a dislocated thyroid gland that ruined my metabolism for the rest of my life. I suppose it could have been worse though right?
A lot of this has me thinking about where I am today. This weight gain has become the epitome of my biggest woes. I hate everything about the way I look – and things like taking care of myself and getting around is so much harder because I am so much heavier. I worry about all these things as I get ready to embark on a trip to Los Angeles to see my boyfriend for the first time. As a native New Yorker it will be quite the experience, seeing the other “big city” on the other side of the country. I think it’s pretty cool he’s a local because he can show me all the cool stuff, just like I can show him if we do ever decide to travel to New York. But the real issue with me is traveling. I feel too fat to travel, as ridiculous as that sounds. But it’s not till October, so I am going to try my best to drop some of the weight. What is worse is my gym partner can’t afford the membership at the YMCA anymore, so I am stuck trying to do this on my own. Sure, she can spend ours scrolling through TikTok and buy all kinds of nonsense, but she can’t afford the gym. Whatever.
This has been a very cynical post, lol. But I am dripping in cynicism these days because I feel so horrible in my skin. Was the surgery worth it? I don’t know. It was a big thing in my neck that had to come out I suppose, but this weight gain has basically destroyed me, and I can’t seem to come to grips with it.
Will keep on trucking though, like I always do.
Stay tuned.
