100 kg

Well, last night when I got home from busking was an eventful night, but the one thing I'll remember is this:

I must say, the first 15kg were a hell of a lot easier to lose than the last five.  I was discharged from hospital on 27 August (2012), at 120kg (probably a bit more and they were being kind to me).  I had to be weighed to work out the dosage of clexane I'd have to use.  This was the precaution as previous PICC lines I've had (see this blog entry) have clotted - once with disastrous consequences for the sight in my left eye.  But it gives a good baseline.

So I went off to Coles today, and I've had this thought in my head for ages now - that is conceiving the weight loss in 2kg bags of sugar, a fairly standard household item we are all familiar with.  Of course, when I first thought of it in bags of sugar, it was only about five bags.  Still a lofty task to lift and carry back to the car.

Well now, it's ten bags.  What does it look like?

That's ten bags I've squeezed into there.  There are six standing up along the bottom, three sideways along the top and the last hardly fits, but there it is.  Okay, now to lift it up...  The tears welled up in my eyes as a middle-aged woman came into the aisle and started to push her trolley along, so I pulled myself together.

It's a simple fact of physics that I was dragging around that weight with me all the time.  No wonder you get tired!  No wonder the heart has to work so much harder.  No wonder things go wrong medically at a far greater rate...

I'll continue to get lighter.  Another 15kg would be about as far as I can go, but I'm more than halfway there and my stomach is so small these days an entree sized meal completely stumps me, so I'm in the mindset.