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Milestone

Yesterday marked 9 months post-op for me.  I began the day by stepping on the scale to mark my weight since I collect data on the 8th of every month.

I stepped on the scale, off and on, like I always do, because I don’t believe the number I see every week.

When I finally stepped on for the final time, the scale settled at a number I’d hoped to see by the time this month rolled around.

As of yesterday, I officially weigh

200 pounds less

than my heaviest recorded weight.

I did not ever think I would see this day.  But it is here.  And it is glorious.

I have a 9-month follow up appointment tomorrow.  I plan to mark the occasion as I’ve marked all my other surgeon’s appointments:  by wearing a black and white dress.  I’ll be wearing the dress I bought 2 years ago that I’d intended as a “goal dress” during my last bout of weight loss.

Now, I’ve reached that goal (exceeded it, actually) and will be wearing it for my appointment.

Then I’ll take it to the tailor over the weekend and have it taken in, along with a bunch of my other professional clothes which are a wee bit large for me now.

It’s a good week to be me.

Dogpaddling In The Deep End

is how I feel as of late.

There is simply so much going on in my life both at work and at home, and I’m trying to juggle both of those worlds while trying to keep myself afloat and it’s hard.

I got a call from my PCP’s office today.  She wants to discuss my recent bloodwork with me.  Why do I get the feeling that my liver enzymes were high again?  I mean, that’s the reason I had to go back to have the test redone in the first place.

This means I will have to go in for an ultrasound on my gallbladder to make sure there aren’t any stones.  She said she’d be obligated to send me for one.

SHIT.

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January 22: One Year Later

One year ago today, I weighed around 400 pounds.

One year ago today, I attended a seminar to learn more about WLS and to meet a potential candidate to perform the surgery I’d already decided I would have during the summertime.

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Does Your Food Love You As Much As You Love It?

There is something that’s been eating away at me for a couple of weeks that I finally decided I needed to write about.

One of the things that you come to realize as a WLS patient is that head hunger is a very, very real thing and that it is something you have to fight Every. Single. Day.

Folks who have never had food issues don’t understand this.

My head hunger is something I’ve been fighting with over the past few weeks.

And right now, I think I’m winning.  Let me explain.

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Six Month Follow-Up Appointment: WIN

File under Things You Don’t Expect To Hear At Your Doctor’s Office:

(especially after stepping on the scale)

“Get you some!”

That’s how my appointment started, followed by a high five.

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Something Brewing…Wait For It

No, it’s not beer.

It’s not coffee, either.

I’ve had a post rattling around in my head for the past couple of weeks that I’ve wanted to write but haven’t been able to organize into something that is both coherent and cogent.

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Saturday Six: Things I Don’t Miss

Last week I wrote a list of the things I can do now that I couldn’t do before I had WLS.  I’m pretty sure that at some point, I’d written about what my heaviest weight was–440 pounds.  So, today’s list is:

Things I Don’t Miss About Weighing 440 Pounds
(in no particular order)

  1. Being the fattest person in any room.
  2. Not being able to sit comfortably in chairs with arms.
  3. Having to buy the most unflattering of clothes because a) they fit, and b) they would keep me from being naked in public.
  4. Not being able to walk from my car in the parking lot to pretty much anywhere without stopping to catch my breath before continuing on to my destination.  This was a pretty regular occurrence, especially at school.
  5. Wearing out my clothes and shoes really quickly.
  6. I definitely don’t miss being diabetic and hypertensive.

Today we went to the mall to do some walking after we’d retrieved our Christmas tree from storage.  After we’d walked around for about 30 minutes, I stopped in at Coldwater Creek, because they were having a mad sale–50% off everything.  I picked up a couple of sweaters for work, a dress shirt for work, and a couple of t-shirts.  The best part?

All in a size 18.

Do you know that I have never worn a clothing size that starts with a 1 in my adult life?  EVER.

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Work In The Way Of Life

This post is going to be a fast one, as I’m slowly excavating myself from under a pile of grading.  It is the end of the semester, and grades are due tomorrow at 4, so I’ve been grading like a mofo every night this week.  Progress is slow, because it’s all essay reading.  But I haven’t forgotten about the blog!

In the next few days, I will:

  • Write a piece on mindful eating.  We had a great session about it in group tonight that I think is worth sharing.
  • Write a review of Dr. Nicholson’s new book, Weight Loss Surgery:  The Real Skinny.  Outstanding resource for those who have had or who are contemplating WLS.
  • Comment on how I navigated a week’s worth of food celebrations and possible poor choices.  Hint:  I did pretty well.
  • Compile a post that will be helpful to those who are early on in the process of pursuing bariatric surgery.
  • Write a third installment of “Things I Wish My Doctor Had Told Me” since I’m approaching my 6-month surgiversary.
  • Catch up on my Daily Bites series.  I know some of my readers use the photo collages to help them see that eating post-op doesn’t have to be boring.  I’ve snapped photos but haven’t had time to organize them.  Thankfully, I have MyFitnessPal records to help me there!

And now I return to the kitchen table to plow through the last set of essays to grade until bedtime, and then sleep…sweet, sweet sleep.   Until tomorrow…

Falling Numbers

Today was a big day.  A very big day.

I had my 3 month post-op follow up with my PCP.  Back in August, I’d gone to her because my blood pressure had been checked by my optometrist (who ROCKS) and it was low.  My PCP took me off of my combination BP med/diuretic and cut my BP med dose in half.  At that time she’d also told me to discontinue the metformin I’d been taking for 7 years.  That was followed by, “I want to see you back here in October for lab work so we can see if you still need to be off the medication, or if I need to put you back on it.”

So over the weekend, I had my blood drawn and was left anxiously waiting to see what the result was.

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Odd Body, Part 2: The Temperamental Tum

My tummy decided today it was going to act up.  No puking, no nausea–thank goodness.  Just tightness and sound.

How so?  Well, this morning, my restriction kicked in well before I was done eating my breakfast, which consisted of 3 turkey sausage links and a scrambled egg with cheese.  Most mornings I am able to eat the entire plate (which is a small one anyway) and be satisfied.  This morning though, I ate the sausage (pretty delicious), started in on the egg and ate a little over a third of it and could not eat any more.  I was done.  It felt odd, because as I said, I’m usually capable of eating the egg in its entirety as well.

I won’t complain…I need my restriction to work for me, especially in this first year when weight loss is most rapid.  I just thought it was weird that every other morning I have no trouble eating what I’ve fixed myself and this morning, I could not.  It made me wonder, does my restriction sort of turn itself off and on whenever it feels like it?

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