STFU

Yep, you read the title correctly. STFU!

Recently I read a post that encouraged people to shut up. Of course after reflecting on the post I cannot find it to link it here. I will keep trying to find it and if and or when I do, I will share the link. The post startled me. Not because it was obnoxious or rude, but because there was so much truth to the post.

I have always been a talker, I was the child who had “talks too much” marked on her report card EVERY MARKING PERIOD, EVERY REPORT CARD. I was the one who would tell before the entire story had an ending. My grandmother often told me that my mouth would get me in trouble. What she actually said was, “That mouth of yours is going to get you in a world of trouble”. But I kept talking. I keep talking. My uncle used to say that it took him days to realized that I had cussed him out because of my extensive vocabulary and my use of words.

My mouth has assisted me in gaining a reputation of being bossy, opinionated, rude, direct and some other words I am certain were not said to my face and will not be repeated in my presence. The truth is that my mouth has saved me, and others at times. My mouth has been a voice for the scared and the voiceless. My voice has been a place of comfort for those that needed comforting, my voice has been an advocate for the underserved. I have used my voice to speak truth to power and the preach the gospel and to teach students. My voice has spoken at international conferences and empowerment events in several states. My voice has been heard in churches and on many virtual platforms. I have to say that I am a talking bad ass!

However, there are times when shutting up is the best option or the best advice. I am not sure of the psychological reason why I have felt the need to be vocal since I was a child. My mom used to tell me the “children are to be seen and not heard’, maybe that’s where silencing my voice started. Maybe being vocal was my middle finger to statements like that. As I age and mature, I am realizing that I don’t always need to say everything I’m thinking or what’s on my mind.

In certain situations I have learned that some things are better left unsaid. I am also learning that it is ok to let people be wrong about you. Those who want to know the truth or understand will seek it out. Some situations don’t require my help and there are times when I should just mind my own Black Business and STFU. The power of life and death lies in the tongue, you can speak life or death over your life or your situation and other situations so be careful.

I am now more intentional about what I say, who I say it too and how I say it. Even before reading the post about shutting up, I was working on curbing my tongue. Silence can golden and being quiet can promote peace. Be intentional about what you say and who you say it to and most importantly as mush as possible use your voice for good or STFU!

Be Blessed! Be Fabulous!

The Truth Hurts

This will probably be the longest and most transparent blog I have written to date. However it is necessary. Just maybe my transparency may also be able to help someone else. Normally, I schedule all of my medical appointments around my birthday. I used to think of them as a birthday present to myself. However, I recently got off track due to a change in health insurance. So 2017 through most of 2019 saw me fall keeping up with my appointments like I used to.

Fast forward to 2019. New job, new insurance, new healthcare home. It started with some issues that I needed to see a doctor for to address. My body was going through some changes and I needed to understand what was going on. I had tests, a biopsy and just as suddenly as the issue started, the issue resolved itself. However, my body was my temple and it was up to me to take care of it. One of my major health issues is hypertension. I was diagnosed with it at 26. Some of it could have been attributed to stress, I was working a mildly stressful job, but I was also overweight. The most difficult thing during that time was going to the doctor and seeing morbidly obese on the checkout form I was given at the conclusion of each visit.

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Now in my mind that was a disrespectful stretch. Morbidly Obese? Yes my weight was in the 200’s but I could move, I was not bedridden and at the time the only co-morbidity was the hypertension. Which I attributed in part to a stressful job. So I though I was fine, and my doctor was mean. Then came he sleep apnea, then the pre-diabetes, then the increase in blood pressure medication. Surely I was wrong and the doctors observation was right.

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Then I dated someone who was diabetic. Not only diabetic but non-compliant and diabetic. He didn’t want to take his medication, which consisted on pills and insulin injections, he did not take his health serious and it was not a good thing to witness. He had several hospitalizations. His lab numbers were through the roof. I am sure many physicians felt that he was just a person who was living on borrowed time. His life was a lesson for me.

Shortly after we broke up I looked in having weight loss surgery. I had seen how life as a diabetic could be, the worst of it, however I wanted no part of it good or bad. I went through the steps. Anyone who thinks having weight loss surgery is easy has absolutely no idea how hard it is. The one or two hours of My 600 lb life, don’t even begin to touch the surface of the lengthy and emotional process weight loss surgery is. It is not for the faint at heart or the undetermined.

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So fast forward almost 5 years post weight loss surgery, where I should be living life at my goal weight, which I never reached, and here we are again. Where is that you may ask, lab numbers not reflecting what I want. Addition to the blood pressure medication. The worst is that since we have been at home in quarantine, I have gained 12 pounds. 12 frickin pounds!!! I feel like I have failed. Honestly, I have and there is no one to blame but myself.

I have to admit, there were some dark days during quarantine. I could definitely feel depression creeping in. I am fortunate to have a wonder life mate an talking to him helped me to put things in perspective and feel better. I also conquered my fear of leaving the house and started to get out, just to go to get groceries or to the doctor, but it was out of the house. I had also acquired a taste for specific fresh baked peanut butter cookies, which became my afternoon companion while I attended afternoon work meetings. So when I went to the doctor, maybe I should not have been that surprised but it still hurt.

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Taking an honest look at myself I now know and understand that I set myself up to fail a long time ago. I am a very intelligent woman and being a psychologist, I know the truth that if you fail to plan, you plan to fail. I have never really had a plan. A real plan. A plan that would sustain me and keep me from never reaching my goal weight because the honest answer is I never really had a goal weight. Yes, I could give the doctor some numbers a range that I thought was right for me. Did I really think I would make it there, no.

Did I think surgery would solve all of my problems, no. Did I think it would give me a good jumpstart, yes. Is that what it was supposed to do? Yes. But there was more work that I needed to do that surgery could not solve. So now what?

I know that I have to take a good, long and difficult look at my life. Where did my relationship with food become this co-dependent, dysfunctional spiral that has led me to be morbidly obese? What do I need to do to change this relationship and what is my goal or ideal weight? What do I want and need from my body and most importantly what does my body need from me? I need to figure out the answers to these questions.

One thing that I do know is that it will be a journey. I did not become morbidly obese over night and it will not go away over night. It is going to take some soul searching, some hard work and some dedication to make the necessary lifestyle changes needed to become the person I desire to be. I am documenting this journey here because as I said at the beginning, my transparency may be able to help someone else.

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I know that I am not alone. Obesity is a major issue in our society and one that far too many people suffer from. I know that I am not alone on this journey. I have a wonderful life partner who is on this journey with me and now I have more people with me because I am sharing my life changes with all of you. WE can do this. I can do this. I will do this.

I will keep you all updating on my progress.

Be Blessed, Be Fabulous and Be Healthy!