I'm used to dealing with the things that being obese costs me. Like on a daily basis actually. But today, I faced a $$ cost from my high weight that I did not expect.
Just after Christmas a year ago, I finally decided to take off my wedding rings. I knew they were too tight, but they were still bearable and so I kept wearing them. They finally reached a point that I could feel the sensation changing in my finger. On the morning I attempted to take them off, it hurt so badly and ripped so much skin off in the process that I had wounds that were still healing months later. I figured that at least I hadn't needed to cut them off. But it was very close.
Since that day, I have gone ringless. It hasn't bothered me too much, but sometimes I really miss them. Last weekend, during my women's retreat, a friend was talking about how she takes pride in her rings and the symbol that they are of her commitment. When I looked around, all these ladies were wearing their wedding rings. None of them were overly flashy or very large. But they were on. And they meant something. When I looked down at my hand, all I saw was my fat finger. I decided that it was time to get them sized and get them back on my finger.
This morning I went down to the jewelry store and had my rings and finger sized. The rings? A 7 3/4. I had them sized down when I lost weight in 2007. My finger? A 9 1/4. No wonder I can't get them over my knuckle. I went ahead with my request and was told I could pick them up on Wednesday. That was the awesome part. The not awesome part?
It will cost me $234 to have them sized up that much. That is the cost of inserting extra gold, sizing them, and having them re-flashed.
Most days the cost of my weight is emotional. Today, it hit the wallet hard.
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