Nancy at Week 17: A Date With Liz

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“Nancy, you had a surgery, you need to slow down. It will take weeks and a lot of physio sessions before you are able to go back to your normal routine”

This is what my doctor told me when I went to him complaining of back pains and to ask how soon I could start jogging and exercising. I felt stronger than he thought until he sent me for the physio sessions. I am a strong lady; I do not shed tears easily unless I am watching emotional YouTube clips. My heart can be broken into tiny little pieces and I will use whiskey to glue it together, but when I watch a clip of someone singing beautifully on YouTube, I will cry my eyes out. When I was told physiotherapy was going to be painful, I never thought much about it because my leg felt too strong to feel any kind of pain. I went for my sessions like a ninja and left the place looking like a mess. I cannot remember the last time I experienced such an amount of pain. All the encouragement I got was, “Jikaze, bado zile ngumu hazijaanza.” When the session was over I asked for a wheelchair which was obviously denied because I came in strong. My request for morphine was also denied and I instead went home with the normal, not so strong painkillers.

The session confirmed to me that as much as I was still determined to lose weight, I would have to do with portion control and healthy eating as I wait to get better. This was particularly sad for me because I had wanted to go down a dress size by the time my son is set to graduate. Yes, the little ones now graduate when going to class one; I was even asked for graduation fees. I cannot remember my transition from one class to the next. All I remember was how exciting the closing days were because you got to witness the fights of those who had threatened each other saying, “Nitafunga shule na wewe.” Anyway apart from a big party, my son has demanded that I should put on ‘nguo smart kushinda ya Mama Davy’. I do not know Mama Davy, but I am determined not to disappoint my son. I have tried shopping online and I think there is a huge fabric crisis that only big people can relate to. All the beautiful clothes are available in small sizes. I think Mama Davy will just win this one.

As I was busy trying to figure out my diet, trying to look for attire that will make my son happy and soliciting for morphine from my doctor friends, a lady by the name of Liz from Slim Therapy got in touch with me and told me that she has a good alternative and plan for me to lose weight. Since I decided to lose weight, quite a number of people have reached out to me, some with genuinely amazing tips and others with the most ridiculous products and advice ever; from someone attempting to sell me liquid chlorophyll to being advised to induce vomiting anytime I eat junk or more than the required portion. I was therefore quite skeptical even after she explained to me what the process entailed and assured me that no electrocution could happen; so I requested to meet her.

Being the lazy woman that I am, as I headed for the meeting, I kept praying that it would be something I would like and one that would give me instant results without much effort from my side. I got into the office and was met by very pleasant ladies who even offered me a cup of tea as I waited for Liz. “What the hell, let me drink tea, it will be taken care of by Liz and her gadgets.” I thought, after saying a big yes to tea. My shock was therefore very visible when I was saw a very tiny tea cup of black tea, served with a smile with the words “We are a sugarless zone.” I have no problem with sugar, I can handle sugarless tea but what is black tea? What did milk do to people? I love my tea with milk; a lot of milk. I did not hesitate to tell Liz the same when she came in and she laughed as she told me that I need to reduce my milk intake. She also made it clear that what I was about to embark on included a combination of electro muscle stimulation and a nutrition plan. The lady has the whole plan printed out complete with a section for me to log in what I eat every day and the amount of alcohol allowed. I could not stop laughing as the muscle stimulation begun, because I am the kind that gets tickled by anything, but I could swear my body felt like I had run a marathon the following day.

Exercise is highly encouraged to those who can, and I plan to resume jogging once I am well in order for me to own those beautiful clothes as soon as possible. I want to see that waistline again and be able to take a photo without having to breathe in and hide my bulging tummy. I want to get better at nutrition too. As much as I cannot take black tea, I hope I will stick to the rest of the nutrition plan.

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  1. Hahaha ability to take photos without having to breathe in..We should give that a name.. Go Chero’! U have our continued support.

    1. www.nairobigossips.com/2015/04/10-best-plus-size-fashion-blogs.html?m=1

      And heres a page showcasing 10 Best Plus Size Fashion Blogs. Could give you some insight on ur attire for your sons graduation.

    1. We used to say “Omosh, ameekewa ‘wanted’ na Odhis closing day” meaning Odhis would get a thorough beating come D-day

  2. tutafunga shule na wewe to kuwa smart kama mama david speaks volume about
    the generational gap.thank you nancy

  3. u r gud at this, writting, funny n captivating……weight-loss is a mountain i’m sure u’ll mount 😉 someday…tx chero

  4. All I remember was how exciting the closing days were because you got to witness the fights of those who had threatened each other saying, “Nitafunga shule na wewe.”..Hahaha totaly relate

  5. “Ntafunga shule na wewe”…. Sounds like you schooled in Eastlands like I did.Closing day was called D-day for more than one reason