- Giant workout shirt: check
- Compression capris: check
- Ponytail pulled through a ballcap: check
- iPod loaded with curated workout playlists: check
- Knee brace, the fitness accessory all active middle-aged women are sporting this season: check
- Fitness monitoring gadgets (Fitbit and HRM): check
- Liter bottle of water, to be downed during 70 minute workout: check
- Inner turmoil and confusion about who this woman is, because it doesn’t look like me: check
I swear, looking at this picture of me, I really don’t look like me. I look at it and I can’t believe that I inhabit the body in the photo above. I’m trying hard to get acquainted with the woman whose body I have come to inhabit, and it’s tough. I have enjoyed getting to dress her, but getting to know her…that’s a totally different proposition altogether and a tougher task.
On an unrelated note…
There is a lady in the weekly weight loss support group I attend that complains about how she’s always hungry. So she tells us she goes to the kitchen and gets a “bariatric snack.” When pressed to describe what the “bariatric snack” is, she tells us it’s a bag of chips that are marketed as some sort of snack food appropriate for WLS patients.
Now here you see 3 ounces of roasted boneless skinless chicken breast. THIS is a “bariatric snack,” not a damn bag of artificially created protein chips. When you eat real food, you stay satisfied longer, and hey.. this only has one ingredient: chicken.
A REAL bariatric snack: roast chicken.
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At what point does your weight start defining you?
At what point does your weight stop defining you?
This week in therapy, I talked about how I felt as though I never let my weight define me in the first place.
My family did that for me.
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This week’s loss was a small one, but a loss is a loss, right?
My ankles are a bit puffy in this picture because we took the picture after we got home from our road trip. I’d been in the car for a little over 4 hours, and you know being stationary + salty food = cankles.
I’m not thrilled that I’m developing a turkey wattle under my chin–how apropos since it’s November and all. But I’m starting to see a LOT of loose skin all over (arms, legs) that needs tightening. Time to start lifting weights I suppose. Now how to fit it into my schedule is the question. I also need a haircut in a bad way, but I’m terrified of getting it cut because I’m losing hair by the handful and have been for the past month now. I hope this hair loss slows down and stops soon because I already had thinning hair to start with and this is NOT HELPING. Continue reading
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Tagged aspiring runner, exercise, goals, identity crisis, little celebrations, NSVs, planning for success, post-op eating, post-op life, runner wannabe, running, self-image, sleeve gastrectomy, VSG, vsg realness, WLS, workin' on my fitness