Normal

So, I’ve rarely ever been accused of being normal. In fact, I’m pretty sure the only time the word “normal” has been used in a sentence with my name, it has been proceeded with “not”. And I’m ok with that. I’m not normal:

I’m afraid of sunflowers.

I believe bacon is a food group.

I organize my closet first by color, then by sub-categories of shirt types.

I have no idea what my natural hair color is.

I don’t believe that opposites attract.

I eat peanuts - shell and all (same with sunflower seeds).

My favorite color is periwinkle.

I can’t stand the taste of water.

Just to name a few… So yeah, I’m fine with NOT being normal. Except for one small aspect of my life. And by small, I mean HUGE. I desperately want to hear “Kate, you are a normal weight”. Yep, I’m fat. And I’ve known it for a while. I’ve struggled with it much of my adult life.

About a month ago, I hit my highest weight ever. And by hitting that weight, I was officially “morbidly obese”. I am only 5’ 2”, so 220 pounds is not easy for my frame to carry. My back hurts constantly and my legs have recently started to hurt. I’m pretty much tired every waking hour of the day.

I finally decided to do something about it! After a battling my weight and dieting for what seems like forever, I decided to have weight loss surgery. It’s something I’ve thought about for many years, and on July 30th I’m having lap band surgery. I know that the lap band isn’t going to instantly change my life, but I also know with some hard work, my life will change.

So this blog is about my journey along the path to a normal weight. It might be winding, a bit off the beaten path and rocky at times, but I know it will lead me there.