Sunday morning, I had my most joyous day on my weight loss surgery journey. I stepped on the scale to find I weighed 299.8. For the first time in five years, I am under 300 lbs! That means I've lost some 88 lbs. Yes, my starting weight was 387. I have thought long and hard about whether I wanted to post that number on the blog. It is an embarrassing, scary number and most people lie about their weight. But I just think I've spent a lifetime being ashamed of my weight, and I don't want to be that way anymore. I was/am obese, but that is not a character flaw, and I'm taking steps to change that now. I can't go back and change any of the mistakes I've made throughout my lifetime about my health & fitness.
This month has been a really good month. Pompeii is starting to behave better and better. I have had a lot fewer incidents of getting sick, except for times when it has been my fault (eating too fast, not chewing well, or taking an extra bite when I knew I was full). I've learned how to make eating choices on the fly if I have to (what to grab on a road trip, what I can eat in a restaurant). I'm still making some mistakes too, I got really addicted to Sonic Unsweet Tea for a while, before I remembered that tea has caffeine, which is a diuretic, and exactly what I didn't need when I'm working hard to get my fluids in.
I did get some Uncaffinated peach tea packets to mix into water, which is hitting the spot.
I still haven't had any hunger, but sometimes I feel "empty". Which I'm guessing is hunger, but since they have taken out the part of my stomach that produces the hunger hormone, the signal does not get sent to my brain. But I try to take note of that empty feeling and eat a wedge of cheese or something! But for the most part, I don't even feel like eating, and I have to remind myself to sit down and be mindful of what I am eating.
I have officially lost a size in my clothing, and some of my staple clothing is starting to get baggy and long. I have one pair of pants that fit perfectly just a month ago, but now have gotten so long that I tripped at work because of them. In front of tons of people, hilarious and mortifying. I'm trying to decide whether it is worth it to alter them or just buy new clothing. I have a feeling I'm going to be constantly buying new clothes for a while. Not that I'm complaining, first world problems and all that jazz!
I've really kicked up my work out regimen this month, now that I'm over the bronchitis that dominated last month. I just completed C25K Week Three, and tomorrow I start week 4, which is 1/4th mile runs. I so want to dominate the Cotton Row in May, I swear I will run that thing start to finish even if it kills me.
My accountability buddy Jana and I are even talking about doing the Disney world Princess Half Marathon in February, which seems ambitious since I haven't even ran an entire 5k yet, but I believe I can do it. I really do, even though I'm terrified. I once read this quote, "If it's both terrifying and amazing then you should definitely pursue it." So that is what I'm doing. Pursuing it.
Plus I really want to run as my favorite Princess, Belle! I mean check out this tutu!
I just think my weight loss has given me some new confidence to believe that I can do these things, and that my weight no longer has to hold me back. Although to be fair to myself, I should have never let it hold me back in the first place.