That Fat Chick

My husband is supportive of my choice to have the lap band surgery, but has an issue with what he calls my aversion to sweating. My aversion isn’t of sweat, my aversion is of pushing my body to do something it is not physically capable of doing right now. I’d rather not risk a heart attack, an asthma attack or passing out. At the very least, being out of breath and winded to the point that you are seeing spots and your hearing begins to fade out isn’t the most pleasant of experiences. I know. I have been there.

I try not to let myself get too upset at my husband’s comments and misconceptions, because I know that he doesn’t understand, having never been where I’m at. He takes it for granted that he can go up a flight of steps at a quick pace, or run down the road, or fit into a roller coaster seat.

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