Long Past Due..............

..........for an update. I hit my 6 months post op date in January so thought I better document my progress so far. I'm officially down 102 lbs!! I feel strange because on the scale I see it, in the way my clothes fit I see it, but my head is not grasping that I have lost 100 freaking pounds. LOL! I'm ecstatic, of course, but I sort of feel a numbness that makes me wonder why I'm just not getting it. When will it hit me?? 

Me today, after my workout:

Me 6 months ago:

I can see it here, but when I look in the mirror I see the before still. I suppose I'll catch up one day.

The holidays went better than I expected, although I still made some bad choices along the way. I made some not so good snacking choices and slacked on the protein a little too much, but I'm getting back on track with it and not going to beat myself up over it. I've been dealing with some personal issues as well that has added a TON of stress, which is beating me up at times, but I'm trying to learn to beat back. Hubby lost his job right before Christmas, addiction transference is becoming an issue and lots of stress at work. 

My health has not been bad, just having major hair loss and found out I may have some sort of food allergy that we can't pin down.  I broke out into hives/rashes a couple weeks ago and had to be on prednisone for a few days. I still get welts if I scratch. So itchy and annoying! On daily Zyrtec and cortisone creams.  We lost our insurance since hubby lost his job, but thankfully was able to get on mine after Jan 1st.   I'm meeting my new PCP this coming week. I'm hoping she has some knowledge with WLS, or at can direct me to someone who does. I miss my original bariatric "crew"! 

I will be flying back to the midwest in a couple weeks and am so looking forward to seeing my family and youngest son. He will fly home with me. Oh how I've missed him! I'm hoping I have lost enough weight that I won't need a seatbelt extender on the plane. We will see! 

 
 
 

I Do Not Like the Number 3

Only because I distinctly remember the first time I ever saw a 3 as the first number on the scale. Mortified does not even begin to describe what I was feeling. Add to that embarrassed, depressed, disgusted, incredulous. But the worst of all, hopeless. I saw that number and I felt utterly hopeless. I thought, "Well, it's all over now. I have gone too far, there is no hope of ever losing enough weight." And I stupidly self sabotaged my way up the scale.  Instead of getting my head together and taking control, I let that number give me license to eat even more and become even more addicted.

Well, today felt like a MAJOR victory for me on the scale. I weighed in at......299 lbs!! Yeah, I know, it's 1 pound away from the evil number and I could gain it again just from normal post op up and downs. But that's ok! I know I can lose it again because I have already done it! Most of us WLSers celebrate when we get to ONEderland, and I certainly will when that happens! But getting to TWOville feels pretty damn good for now!