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Post-Op Week 94: Going to the Prom

I won’t lie, I didn’t take a picture this week in my usual outfit.  I am also up this week.  Way up.  I know what I did–grazed, and ate way more than I should have.  I’ll pick up again next week and take care of business.

Next week will be better.  It has to be.  I did decide this week to continue on with more vegetables and fruits since I like the way I feel when I eat them.  So today I had calabacitas (zucchini, corn and garlic cooked in a chicken broth with a little cheese), grapes, a mandarin orange, a green salad with strawberries and almonds, and some hummus on red leaf lettuce.  Tomorrow I’m having almost the same stuff, just adding carrot chips to the mix.

So anyway…

Saturday night, my school had its senior prom.  I’d chaperoned it before, and decided that I would do it again.  The group of seniors that I teach this year  and I are pretty close.  I adore all of them, even the difficult ones, and so I wanted to share this milestone with them.

Not gonna lie, I was stylin’.

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Post-Op Week 91: What I Deserve

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Funerals are a hell of a way to start a week.  Mourning + ovulation + work stress + general IDGAFery = up this week.  Thankfully, this week does not look to be terribly stressful, especially as side projects wind down and I can finally get back to the business of taking care of myself the way I deserve to.

This just keeping my head above water business isn’t cutting it, and I’m tired of just getting by.  That’s what it feels like I’ve done this year so far.  I deserve so much more than just getting by.  I don’t “just get by” in other areas of my life, so why when it comes to me is it acceptable?

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Post-Op Week 89: Lessons From the Reset

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Well, the reset got me back down to my pre-Christmas weight, which is good.  I had to relearn the things I learned during that pre-op period, which were tough.  My doctor’s plan was very strict as pre-op plans go, so I knew the week was going to be hard.

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My Body, My House

I did some maintenance on my house tonight.  Went back to the gym and rode the bike on a hills program for 45 minutes and then (likely to the chagrin of my ortho guy) did light leg weights and some upper body.  It felt good.

I think from now on, I will try to remember that my body is the house I grew up in.  I need to take better care of it since it’s the house I’m going to live in the rest of my life.

Post-Op Week 81 Progress Report

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Finally the scale is creeping downward and the holiday regain is about gone!  I’m hoping this continues.   Still struggling to get motivated to exercise though.  Perhaps I should focus on getting more sleep first, because the lack of sleep is hurting my want to exercise.  When I am tired, the last thing I want to do is work out.  I know I’m not sleeping enough but I have so many things I’m juggling right now that it’s hard to get them all done in the 24 hours I am given each day.

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Post-Op Week 71 Progress Report: Is This Real Life?

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Surprised by this week’s progress.  I traveled out of town for a conference,  so planning for meals was tough because I didn’t know what would be available.  I did work out two of the three mornings of the conference as my hotel had a fantastic gym in the bottom of it.  I also ended up walking nearly 15000 steps each day I was away.  I think that helped stave off any potential weight gain I could have had.  Given how I did eat while I was away, I was shocked it didn’t show up more on the scale this morning.  I dreaded stepping on it this morning but knew I needed to hold myself accountable, so I put on my big kid pants, sucked it up and weighed.

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Post-Op Week 67 Progress Report: Injuries and the Thigh Gap

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Slowly headed back down toward my lowest adult weight again this week.  I’m not stressing about the scale this week because I took measurements today and I’m down another 6 3/8 inches all around for a total of nearly 125 inches lost.  So I guess when people say ‘you are really tiny,’ I really AM tiny.  I have a tough time conceptualizing this about myself because I’ve never been small.  And now I am.  It’s trippy.

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