I was skinny, to the point of looking anorexic, in my teens and 20s. My weight crept up on me
and by my 40s I was in a state of total denial about just how much I weighed.
I had my gallbladder out (fat, forty, female) and realized I could now pass an aviation medical. I had always been interested in learning to fly
and was now in a position where I could afford to do something about it. I got as far as the left seat of a 172 and couldn't get
the seatbelt around me. I was crushed, but motivated. Over the next year and a half I lost 160 pounds, finishing with a tummy tuck
to get rid of the residual flab roll. I didn't gain it overnight and wasn't going to lose it overnight...
In addition to the new energy and direction I felt in life - flying is a hoot, the most fun I've had in a long time - losing weight
and getting in shape may have saved my life. If I hadn't
done something about my health I might not be here now.
I've struggled to maintain my fitness the last couple of years, government restrictions plus anxiety and depression, but do what I can.
...laura