At the tail end of the school Easter break I started getting this on-off weird ache around my throat. It took a few days before I realised it was on exertion, and over those 4 days it happened more and more frequently.
I went into hospital on blue lights, having a heart attack at age 51. I weighed 13st 4lb. I’m 5’ 1”. It finally caught up with me.
I’ve had extensive work done on my arteries, with hopefully my last intervention last week, heading off a real killer heart attack.
Since April I’ve lost 2st. Apart from the obvious around it helping my heart, and being grateful to be alive I have had a few lovely buzzes:
Getting into the back of the wardrobe ‘can’t throw them away’ favourite clothes
I feel lighter, I’m pleased that my dainty little leggies are slowly re-emerging
I’m mostly waiting until another 2st is gone, but I bought a dress 2-3 sizes small than I’d been able to for probably 8 years.
Sales and secondhand shops - the best bargains/nicest choices are invariably between 10-12-14. As you drift into the 16-18-20 there’s barely anything and it’s usually proper ‘big clothes’.
The one thing I’m still waiting for is the ‘wow, you got thin’ but I acknowledge the other 27lbs that needs to fuck off, and maybe kidding myself that they might be thinking ‘Christ, she is ill, look at the weight she’s lost’ husband and kids can see it, clothes definitely fit differently and I can move more flexibly, such as nearly suffocating when I try to fasten shoes!
I’m eating heart-friendly Mediterranean diet, and have been walking 2 miles a day. I’ve been somewhat benched since 17 June when they found the issues that got me hospitalised last week. Cardiac rehab (circuits at a very slow speed!) start on Monday and want to take that walking to a degree of jogging.