Stallsville

Things are going very well since my surgery. I can eat pretty much anything, still staying away from bread, rice, pasta, sugar, and fibrous veggies. I usually eat a 1/2 cup of food per sitting, sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less. Nothing makes me sick except milk and eggs, I still am drinking lactate milk and doing fake eggs. I still have to catch myself from not chewing enough or taking bites that are too big, because they do get stuck. I haven’t gotten sick or had any bad reactions to anything in three or four weeks.

I am back at work and that’s going well too. Not having any coffee or caffeine only seems to bother me around 2pm, but I generally get a second wind quickly! I did start drinking a little bit of diet Snapple tea (PEACH! yumm) and it has a LITTLE caffeine in it, so it does boost me a little bit, but not enough to dehydrate me.

I have been stalled for about two weeks at a 28lb loss. I know this is normal, and everyone that has this surgery goes through a stall usually around this time, but I am frustrated. I have to keep remembering where I was, and where I am now. I have lost almost 50lbs from my highest weight in December. I haven’t measured myself (I really need to do that) but I know I have lost a lot of inches. I am almost two pant sizes down and I feel great. My energy is starting to come back, and I feel so much better. I am not as winded when I walk up the stairs, and I want to do more, which is my favorite part.

I promised side by side pictures, so I am going to post them now. Even though I haven’t hit my 30lb mark yet, I want to stay positive and remember where I came from!

I am really enjoying how good I feel, not just physically but emotionally charged up. I have never felt so good about myself in my entire life. I have moments where I felt good about myself- once in the summer between 8th and 9th grade when I lost a little weight (I was curvy instead of chubby), once when I came home after my first month at college and I had lost 20lbs (walking everywhere helps), once in the middle of college when I lost 35lbs and got into a size smaller, and now. That isn’t a lot of moments in a my life where I really felt beautiful. But I had a moment this past weekend, wearing the outfit in the picture.

(The first picture is the day before surgery, second is this past weekend)

I came home from work and I was wearing a pair of jeans that fit the week before, and now they were too big. I was able to pull them off without even unbuttoning them, and they were my “skinny” jeans. I was putting another pair if jeans on that fit better and my boyfriend said to me, “Wow, you’ve lost a lot of weight.” I have had a lot of people tell me I look great, I’ve lost weight. But that once sentence from the man I love, who see’s me EVERYDAY really able to notice, really made my week. I feel beautiful, sexy, and confidant. I haven’t felt that way in a really long time. I can’t wait to see what I’ll look like in a month.