Seven months ago I was in the hospital.
June 30, 2019 I went to the emergency room. That morning at a North Bergen urgent care I was diagnosed with cellulitis, showing as a 3″ red band wrapping around my lower calf and shin.
The doctor sent me home with antibiotics after he drew a line. “If the redness grows past this line go to the emergency room.”
I went home, took a nap, and woke up four hours later with intense chills and the rash double in size. Off to the emergency room!
After a relatively brief check it was determined to admit me for a round of IV drugs and observation. Three days later I turned 47 and was let out of prison, I mean, the hospital.
In many ways, eating hospital “food” alone was a launching pad. It also helped that the doctors all scared me with talk of diabetes.
The doctors explained that my obesity, namely the diabetes, was allowing infections to take more easily. Swimming in dirty water (a NJ beach that was closed the next day for high bacterial levels) may not have been such a big deal otherwise.
My first goal, never going back to the hospital, EVER!!!
I determined the best way to achieve that was diet and exercise.
I did not weight myself before going into the hospital. The highest point I ever weighed in was 383+ at weight watchers, about two years ago. This week I was 313. So, I can only claim 70 pounds scientifically. I am convinced I was closer to 400, simply comparing photos and how I felt.
Over the next few blog posts I want to lay out how I did it and how I plan to move forward. I will track my progress.
I want to share my story to inspire others to do what I thought I could never do. While semi going it alone this time, I have 47 years of stories and support from friends, family, and fellow weight lose hopefuls at WW meetings etc.
Please follow this blog and or my Instagram account. @waltfrasier on most platforms. Help me in my journey. The comments from friends and family drives me forward.
Already falling out of Santa Suit lol