On the eve of my 11-month post-op mark, this happened:
On the left: me, minus 215 pounds. This represents what I’ve lost since I weighed my heaviest.
On the right: me, minus 172 pounds. This represents what I’ve lost since I began this process nearly a year ago.
I am at exactly 70% of my excess weight lost. I’m aiming for 90%. As I told my surgeon last May when he said that most of his patients lose around 70% EWL, “That’s not good enough for me. I am an ‘A’ student.”
I am within 5 pounds of my surgeon’s weight goal. I will get there before my 1-year appointment next month.
I still have 55 pounds to go to get to my goal. I have no reason whatsoever to believe that I won’t get there. It just won’t be in record time, and I’m okay with this. My objective is to be healthy above all else.
I’m aiming for March 2015. This is not unreasonable. With the exercise I’m doing, continued therapy and support group attendance, and staying with my current eating plan (with tweaks here and there), I fully believe I’ll get there.
It will be the second best birthday present ever. Having my surgery was the first.
La Guerra de La Gorda 