My sleeve may be tiny, but it is getting much more tolerant of a variety of foods. Yay! What it will not tolerate, however, is stupidity. I took the kids through the McDonald's drive-through for drinks. I wanted something sugar free for myself, so opted for a diet coke, instead of the non-carbonated lemonade, after I saw it was not Minute Maid light, as I had expected. I needed to take my pills.
Erf. Well, I took the pills with a few drinks of pop. It burned. It was miserable. And then the puking. "Foamies," they're called on the weight loss surgery forums. Not puking. Something indescribable. I sound like I'm yakking up a hairball. Yucky, bizarre foam.
No more pop. BLECH!! Oh, that was awful.
Oh! On a positive note, I walked on the treadmill for an hour. Three miles exactly. I did not want to go. My sweet daughter called me at work this afternoon and volunteered to have dinner ready when I got home if I would take her to the gym. Who could resist such an offer?? She made the boys chicken nuggets and frozen veggies with cheese sauce. She made a beautiful salad for the two of us: lettuce, cashews, apple, gorgonzola cheese and a huckleberry vinagrette dressing. I added sliced chicken to mine. YUM!
Last night I made salad for dinner - I copied Panera's Thai Chicken Salad (from website: chicken, romaine, wonton strips, a blend of fire-roasted edamame, red bell pepper and carrot tossed in a Thai Chili Vinaigrette. Topped with strips of seasoned grilled chicken, Thai cashews, fresh cilantro and a peanut sauce drizzle). Delish.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
A Zero-Loss Week, and I Earned It
Well, I think the scale is being a *little* harsh - it could have given me a little sumpin sumpin. But I'll take my lumps. Last weekend's munching on party food did me no favors. And even though I didn't go overboard again, I continued to munch on the occasional handful of fortune cookies, or a few Cheetos, throughout the week. Until Thursday, when I realized the only reason I was eating this crap was...(drumroll please)...
Because it was in the house.
So I threw it all away. Party is over, and party food needs to leave the building. I need to be vigilant about this sort of thing. I can resist sweets. No problem, really. I don't go out of my way to buy them, I don't think too often about them. It's snacky carbs that call me in the evening. Crackers, croutons, popcorn, even fortune cookies (which I love) and Cheetos (which I really do not like much at all).
Still, mean old scale - I didn't eat enough to kill my weight loss. Jeez, I hardly eat much at all! A couple slices of turkey for breakfast, a meatball for lunch - even with a few fortune cookies, I should get some recognition on the scale.
Hrumph. I am chalking it up to a combination of events. Party food and what I will deem a six-week slowdown, that ends promptly at the strike of...NOW.
I'll do my part. I expect you to reciprocate, Mr. Scale.
Edited to give myself a little love:
Measurements from morning of surgery / today (6 wks 4 days post-op)
Waist: 49.5/44.5
Left arm: 17.25/15.5
Right arm: 16.5/16
Hips: 49/43
Left thigh: 27.25/25
Right thigh: 28/26
Left calf: 17.5/16.5
Right calf: 18/16.5
Neck: ---/15.75 (did not measure day of surgery!)
Chest (under boobs) -----/40.5 (did not measure day of surgery)
Chest (around boobs) -----/50 (did not measure)
Because it was in the house.
So I threw it all away. Party is over, and party food needs to leave the building. I need to be vigilant about this sort of thing. I can resist sweets. No problem, really. I don't go out of my way to buy them, I don't think too often about them. It's snacky carbs that call me in the evening. Crackers, croutons, popcorn, even fortune cookies (which I love) and Cheetos (which I really do not like much at all).
Still, mean old scale - I didn't eat enough to kill my weight loss. Jeez, I hardly eat much at all! A couple slices of turkey for breakfast, a meatball for lunch - even with a few fortune cookies, I should get some recognition on the scale.
Hrumph. I am chalking it up to a combination of events. Party food and what I will deem a six-week slowdown, that ends promptly at the strike of...NOW.
I'll do my part. I expect you to reciprocate, Mr. Scale.
Edited to give myself a little love:
Measurements from morning of surgery / today (6 wks 4 days post-op)
Waist: 49.5/44.5
Left arm: 17.25/15.5
Right arm: 16.5/16
Hips: 49/43
Left thigh: 27.25/25
Right thigh: 28/26
Left calf: 17.5/16.5
Right calf: 18/16.5
Neck: ---/15.75 (did not measure day of surgery!)
Chest (under boobs) -----/40.5 (did not measure day of surgery)
Chest (around boobs) -----/50 (did not measure)
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Lunch: Pre-Op / Post-Op (pics)
Here is lunch on December 1, 2010. It cost me $11.25 (with a bottle of pop, a lifelong vice I can vaguely remember now):
And lunch on 2/23/11, six weeks post-op. It cost me $1.20:
And lunch on 2/23/11, six weeks post-op. It cost me $1.20:
BEFORE
AFTER
I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves, haha.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Size 18s! Hooray! (w/ pics)
A long time ago my mom gave me a box of size 18 jeans that were too big for her. They were ridiculously impossible for me to wear.
NOT ANYMORE! Tonight, it snowed at our place, and I had to go out to the car. My jeans had gotten so loose the cuffs were soaking wet. I remembered the box of jeans on the top shelf of the closet. Could it be? Maybe? Worth a shot!
YES!
Good bye, size 24/26 jeans! Hello size 18s! And there's a bunch of them (all the same size, unfortunately). The good news is I'm set for jeans for awhile! Good thing, too, because I'm doing the police volunteer thing on Saturday and I have to wear jeans (actually, I have to wear a belt for the police radio, not jeans, I guess). I will feel better in these than my baggie ones!
NOT ANYMORE! Tonight, it snowed at our place, and I had to go out to the car. My jeans had gotten so loose the cuffs were soaking wet. I remembered the box of jeans on the top shelf of the closet. Could it be? Maybe? Worth a shot!
YES!
ABCs of Me...
Thank you, Kim, for the fun idea for a post! I have been intending to crib an idea from Eggface's blog (grr, I tried to find a sample post, but cannot - she did a great series and this is just a really wonderful blog, anyway), but that is more serious and also time-consuming. I like this one, too, and it fits my schedule. :) Everyone, please do it, too, and if you do, post me the link in the comments below. I'd love to read them!
(A) Age: 41
(F) Favorite Color: Red. Or maybe purple. Or gray-blue. Hmm.
(A) Age: 41
(B) Bed Size: My daughter sleeps on my beautiful King-sized bed. In the post-divorce world, I sleep on a futon in the living room of our little condo. Sigh. I will have a bedroom again one day!
(C) Chore You Hate: Putting the clean laundry away! I don't mind doing it, or folding it, hate putting it away.
(D) Dogs? In the divorce, our dog went to my ex's dad, our cat went to my parents. (I moved the kids on the fly to a rental house that would not allow pets, and honestly, I was barely able to care for me and the kids for a long time.) Both pets have since died - we had our cat for 17 years and our dog for 14.
(E) Essential Start Your Day Item: I am so not a morning person. Just waking is an accomplishment.
(F) Favorite Color: Red. Or maybe purple. Or gray-blue. Hmm.(G) Gold or Silver? Platinum/titanium.
(H) Height: 5 ft 2 in
(I) Instruments You Play: Clarinet through 8th grade, piano for a couple years, nothing now.
(J) Job Title: Public works contract administrator. It's not as bad as it sounds. ;)
(K) Kids: Alli (12), Blake (almost 10), Reid (5.5)
(L) Live: Greater Seattle
(M) Mom's Name: Betty Louise. I am Julie Louise, my daughter is Allison Louise. Gawd, I hated that name growing up. Can't remember why I stuck my kid with it. She hates it too. :)
(N) Nicknames: Jules, Jul. I prefer Jules over Julie. Someone called me "Ju" at work the other day - I do not encourage this.
(O) Overnight Hospital Stays? Hmm. When my daughter was born. Blake was born at 9:30 am at a midwife's house and we were home by noon, after stopping somewhere for lunch. We adopted Reid but were there when he was born - he was my easiest pregnancy and delivery! I also had overnight stays for a broken ankle (2 surgeries) and a major back surgery (spinal fusion). Then, recently, two nights for the gastric sleeve.
(P) Pet Peeve: I am rather, uh, sensitive to the doings of other drivers on the freeway.
(Q) Quote from a Movie: Today, it's "Son, you got a panty on your head." from Raising Arizona. Here's why:
(R) Right or Left Handed? Left
(S) Siblings: 1 Sister (34)
(T) Time You Wake Up? 5:30 am.
(U) Underwear: Granny panties that I can hardly wait to replace! I will be sporting some sexy undies this summer, for sure!
(V) Vegetable You Dislike: I tolerate mushrooms.
(W) What Makes You Run Late: Kids, kids, kids.
(X) X-Rays You've Had Done: Every part of my body, at least five times, I'd say. I will also say that they will never again get a conscious Julie into an MRI machine. I swear I still suffer from PTSD over that one.
(Y) Yummy Food You Make: I like to cook. Whether or not I do depends on my energy and creativity levels.
(Z) Zoo, Favorite Animal: Penguins!
Monday, February 21, 2011
Six-week Post-Op Appointment
Firstly, I adore my surgeon. He is really great - before and after surgery. He will spend crazy amounts of time taking all my questions and listening to my musings and concerns. What a guy! I have read about terrible surgeons - one post in particular even really shook me up this week. I am really grateful for my surgeon.
Tomorrow, I am six weeks post-op. He is very pleased with my weight loss. Officially, in his office, I have lost 26.5 pounds - our numbers vary a bit because of my naked state on my own scale, his registering of a lower "high" weight than I do (because he does not know the true extent of how much weight I gained when I quit smoking in October), etc. But we agree, categorically, that I have lost a lot of weight. By his scale, I have lost 22.5 pounds since the morning of the surgery. We'll use his scale, just for this post, just to be nice. :)
His number is only relevant here because it has been a month since I've seen him, and per his scale, I have lost 14 pounds in that month. This, he says, is spot on. He expects 5-15 pounds per month the first six to nine months. This made me feel good. Well, it also made me feel bad. He said, based on past history with the sleeve, I will lose about 85 pounds, or a third of my body weight (gulp) from the surgery. The rest, he says, is completely on me. Want to lose more? Work more.
He is impressed with my near-daily half hour walk at lunchtime. He is less impressed with my seeming inability to get the kids to the YMCA in the evening. He also remarked that I really have no business knowing that ice cream gives me diarrhea. Errr. Well, he said it nicely and with warm concern, anyway.
Now, others reading this explanation from my surgeon may say, "Well, duh, Julie." But every time my doctor has explained it to me, it turns a light bulb on in my head, so I will share it here. The reason you lose more weight immediately following surgery is because you are able to create a massive calorie deficit. As an obese person, your body burns more energy just to exist. You just had surgery and cannot eat a damn thing, thus, no calories coming in. As you lose weight, your body gets smaller and needs less energy to survive. Conversely, you are able to take in more calories than you did immediately following surgery. The once massive calorie deficit shrinks and shrinks as time goes by, thus slowing down weight loss.
Cheating the system:
1. Continue taking in fewer calories, even as time progresses.
2. Burn more calories as your body shrinks.
See? Duh. But I still like to hear it. For some reason, it just makes me feel more empowered with this whole process.
He also said that as you lose weight, the levels of female hormones (e.g. progesterone) increase. Women lose weight and skin softens, facial hair goes away, etc. This is interesting - I don't have facial hair, but yes, I have seen many morbidly obese women with facial hair. He said in my case, it could also make my cycle go bonkers, even if I don't normally have periods since I have a Mirena IUD. But he wants me to check with my GYN, because he doesn't like three periods in six weeks (ME NEITHER!) nor the bloaty feeling I have now. He thinks it will settle down. It betta. He also thinks Cheetos will cause water retention. Hrm.
No more soft foods, he said. Sigh. Soft foods make my tummy happy. He said I am to get off the soups, the chilis, etc. Basically, anything that my tummy likes, I should cut out of my diet immediately. The key to maximizing weight loss, he said, is making my stomach work for it. Dense protein forces small, slow bites, and fills my tummy up. This keeps you from eating too much. Chili, while sleeve-friendly, is not my friend. He likes my breakfast of one turkey sausage link. He likes my dinner of one meatball. Sigh.
He is also impressed that I can eat veggies, including lettuce. I can't eat much, but what I have eaten has not seemed to bother me. Rice, too. He said things that do bother me: eggs, cheese, cottage cheese; and things that don't "bother" me terribly but are still uncomfortable, such as nuts, will get better with time.
Dense protein, some veggies, three meals a day and an occasional snack, if it's protein or veggie or occasional fruit. Yipes. Grains and such are good, too, but my main goal is to be making my stomach work on digesting food.
Oh, and he released me to drinking before meals. I have been adhering to the "no liquid half-hour before or after eating." He said I can drink before a meal, but not for a half an hour after eating.
That was pretty much the transcript of the appointment. Body has healed nicely. I am still allowed to be tired. Come back in three months. In the next week or two, the hematologist will re-check my iron and Vitamin D levels. On 3/21, I go back to the sleep doctor for a CPAP check. Along those lines, I am going to start using the damn CPAP tonight. I haven't used it since a couple nights after surgery. Hateful thing. But this will give him a month of data to look at, hopefully to prove I don't need it anymore.
Tomorrow, I am six weeks post-op. He is very pleased with my weight loss. Officially, in his office, I have lost 26.5 pounds - our numbers vary a bit because of my naked state on my own scale, his registering of a lower "high" weight than I do (because he does not know the true extent of how much weight I gained when I quit smoking in October), etc. But we agree, categorically, that I have lost a lot of weight. By his scale, I have lost 22.5 pounds since the morning of the surgery. We'll use his scale, just for this post, just to be nice. :)
His number is only relevant here because it has been a month since I've seen him, and per his scale, I have lost 14 pounds in that month. This, he says, is spot on. He expects 5-15 pounds per month the first six to nine months. This made me feel good. Well, it also made me feel bad. He said, based on past history with the sleeve, I will lose about 85 pounds, or a third of my body weight (gulp) from the surgery. The rest, he says, is completely on me. Want to lose more? Work more.
He is impressed with my near-daily half hour walk at lunchtime. He is less impressed with my seeming inability to get the kids to the YMCA in the evening. He also remarked that I really have no business knowing that ice cream gives me diarrhea. Errr. Well, he said it nicely and with warm concern, anyway.
Now, others reading this explanation from my surgeon may say, "Well, duh, Julie." But every time my doctor has explained it to me, it turns a light bulb on in my head, so I will share it here. The reason you lose more weight immediately following surgery is because you are able to create a massive calorie deficit. As an obese person, your body burns more energy just to exist. You just had surgery and cannot eat a damn thing, thus, no calories coming in. As you lose weight, your body gets smaller and needs less energy to survive. Conversely, you are able to take in more calories than you did immediately following surgery. The once massive calorie deficit shrinks and shrinks as time goes by, thus slowing down weight loss.
Cheating the system:
1. Continue taking in fewer calories, even as time progresses.
2. Burn more calories as your body shrinks.
See? Duh. But I still like to hear it. For some reason, it just makes me feel more empowered with this whole process.
He also said that as you lose weight, the levels of female hormones (e.g. progesterone) increase. Women lose weight and skin softens, facial hair goes away, etc. This is interesting - I don't have facial hair, but yes, I have seen many morbidly obese women with facial hair. He said in my case, it could also make my cycle go bonkers, even if I don't normally have periods since I have a Mirena IUD. But he wants me to check with my GYN, because he doesn't like three periods in six weeks (ME NEITHER!) nor the bloaty feeling I have now. He thinks it will settle down. It betta. He also thinks Cheetos will cause water retention. Hrm.
No more soft foods, he said. Sigh. Soft foods make my tummy happy. He said I am to get off the soups, the chilis, etc. Basically, anything that my tummy likes, I should cut out of my diet immediately. The key to maximizing weight loss, he said, is making my stomach work for it. Dense protein forces small, slow bites, and fills my tummy up. This keeps you from eating too much. Chili, while sleeve-friendly, is not my friend. He likes my breakfast of one turkey sausage link. He likes my dinner of one meatball. Sigh.
He is also impressed that I can eat veggies, including lettuce. I can't eat much, but what I have eaten has not seemed to bother me. Rice, too. He said things that do bother me: eggs, cheese, cottage cheese; and things that don't "bother" me terribly but are still uncomfortable, such as nuts, will get better with time.
Dense protein, some veggies, three meals a day and an occasional snack, if it's protein or veggie or occasional fruit. Yipes. Grains and such are good, too, but my main goal is to be making my stomach work on digesting food.
Oh, and he released me to drinking before meals. I have been adhering to the "no liquid half-hour before or after eating." He said I can drink before a meal, but not for a half an hour after eating.
That was pretty much the transcript of the appointment. Body has healed nicely. I am still allowed to be tired. Come back in three months. In the next week or two, the hematologist will re-check my iron and Vitamin D levels. On 3/21, I go back to the sleep doctor for a CPAP check. Along those lines, I am going to start using the damn CPAP tonight. I haven't used it since a couple nights after surgery. Hateful thing. But this will give him a month of data to look at, hopefully to prove I don't need it anymore.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
The Terrible, Awful, No Good Eating Day
Oh dear. My daughter had a slumber party last night. The house was full of crap food. Before the party even started, I had a large spoonful of Dreyer's Samoas ice cream. Foolish, stupid move. I had diarrhea within an hour.
And still, I picked. I ate a large handful of Cheetos puffs. A half dozen Hershey's kisses over the course of the night. A couple potato chips. The crunchy crust off a couple slices of pizza. Handfuls of Cinnamon Chex cereal.
In comparison to pre-op life, this would be nothing. But yesterday was bad because I ate uncontrollably, and without regard to my sleeved tummy. Was the lactose-induced stomachache not enough of a harbinger of bad things to come??
I chewed off my fingernails. I haven't bitten my fingernails in months and months.
Okay. What happened? This was the first time I've been around junk food in any quantity. And while I love my daughter and think she has great friends: I don't like slumber parties. Especially in our teeny tiny condo. I was relegated to my daughter's room while they took over the downstairs, and it was noisy and stressful. And pretty damn boring, too. I was already overtired from cleaning all day in preparation for the party.
I'm concerned. On the one hand, I know I need to shake off yesterday's failures and move on. On the other, I fear screwing up my weight loss, negating all the hard work of the surgery and time since. Oh well. Proof positive to me how vigilant I have to be: I am a food addict. Even in the face of all my hard work, put some junk food in front of me and I am right back where I started.
I'm on my period, too. I hope this isn't a new tradition following surgery. One of the benefits of the Mirena IUD is no periods. (Oh hell, in my sexless state, who am I kidding?? It's the ONLY benefit!) So I am feeling bloated, yucky, gross.
Slider foods. Oh - this applies to me, too? Who knew? I have to say, it is whole freaking lot easier to eat a handful of Cheetos than it is to eat a turkey sausage. Damn. Most everything good for me "hurts" my stomach to one degree or another. I had a turkey link for breakfast, and I can feel my stomach working it over now. It's a laborious process. Cheetos? Yum - no pain, just fried cheesy goodness. Dairy may hurt my stomach like a m'fer, but chocolate did not. These were things I did not need to find out.
Too bad I blew it yesterday. In the afternoon, before all this, I had such a wonderful revelation. I am forcing myself into a healthy eating lifestyle. I was out running a ton of errands, and I was hungry. I was grousing to myself that there is no healthy fast food. Nowhere I could run to quickly to get a bite to eat, nothing good for me.
Nothing good for anyone, I realized. Wow. I have never been one to plan our meals, figure out what we'll eat on the road, have healthy snacks on hand for me or the kids. We go through drive-throughs endlessly. No time between activities, no time to shop, no time to plan menus for the week. People who eat healthy must already have the blinders on to the fast food places that I am finally developing. Sure, I've always known it's crap - but post-op, not being ABLE to eat any of that - it is finally making me see. What I have always known was bad, I still considered an option - not *one* option, really - the only realistic option. What a bunch of crap, I realized.
Ah, it seems like every time I take a brilliant step forward in my life, I have to knock myself back a step. It was a terrible eating day, but today won't be. I know what I did wrong, and I just have to get myself back in the game.
And still, I picked. I ate a large handful of Cheetos puffs. A half dozen Hershey's kisses over the course of the night. A couple potato chips. The crunchy crust off a couple slices of pizza. Handfuls of Cinnamon Chex cereal.
In comparison to pre-op life, this would be nothing. But yesterday was bad because I ate uncontrollably, and without regard to my sleeved tummy. Was the lactose-induced stomachache not enough of a harbinger of bad things to come??
I chewed off my fingernails. I haven't bitten my fingernails in months and months.
Okay. What happened? This was the first time I've been around junk food in any quantity. And while I love my daughter and think she has great friends: I don't like slumber parties. Especially in our teeny tiny condo. I was relegated to my daughter's room while they took over the downstairs, and it was noisy and stressful. And pretty damn boring, too. I was already overtired from cleaning all day in preparation for the party.
I'm concerned. On the one hand, I know I need to shake off yesterday's failures and move on. On the other, I fear screwing up my weight loss, negating all the hard work of the surgery and time since. Oh well. Proof positive to me how vigilant I have to be: I am a food addict. Even in the face of all my hard work, put some junk food in front of me and I am right back where I started.
I'm on my period, too. I hope this isn't a new tradition following surgery. One of the benefits of the Mirena IUD is no periods. (Oh hell, in my sexless state, who am I kidding?? It's the ONLY benefit!) So I am feeling bloated, yucky, gross.
Slider foods. Oh - this applies to me, too? Who knew? I have to say, it is whole freaking lot easier to eat a handful of Cheetos than it is to eat a turkey sausage. Damn. Most everything good for me "hurts" my stomach to one degree or another. I had a turkey link for breakfast, and I can feel my stomach working it over now. It's a laborious process. Cheetos? Yum - no pain, just fried cheesy goodness. Dairy may hurt my stomach like a m'fer, but chocolate did not. These were things I did not need to find out.
Too bad I blew it yesterday. In the afternoon, before all this, I had such a wonderful revelation. I am forcing myself into a healthy eating lifestyle. I was out running a ton of errands, and I was hungry. I was grousing to myself that there is no healthy fast food. Nowhere I could run to quickly to get a bite to eat, nothing good for me.
Nothing good for anyone, I realized. Wow. I have never been one to plan our meals, figure out what we'll eat on the road, have healthy snacks on hand for me or the kids. We go through drive-throughs endlessly. No time between activities, no time to shop, no time to plan menus for the week. People who eat healthy must already have the blinders on to the fast food places that I am finally developing. Sure, I've always known it's crap - but post-op, not being ABLE to eat any of that - it is finally making me see. What I have always known was bad, I still considered an option - not *one* option, really - the only realistic option. What a bunch of crap, I realized.
Ah, it seems like every time I take a brilliant step forward in my life, I have to knock myself back a step. It was a terrible eating day, but today won't be. I know what I did wrong, and I just have to get myself back in the game.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Nuts!! (and Minus 35!)
NO. I AM NOT. Thankyouverymuch.
There, that felt better. I knew there was a positive spin somewhere. :) Plus - the hundred pounds is based off my goal weight of 128 pounds. I set it because a) I wanted to be within the "normal" BMI range (this would be 138.5 pounds or less), b) I wanted to be in the 120s, and c) I needed a number, so I chose a BMI of 23 in honor of my friend Kim (23imaginaryfriends.blogspot.com). I just looked at the Weight Watchers weight range and it says I should be between 113 and 141 pounds. We'll see. Goal weight feels very far off, so I am not going to lock in too hard on a number until I get into the ball park.
Anyway! This post is not just about setting and meeting goals - it's about nuts, too! As in, I hate nuts in my oatmeal. But I do like nuts. And I like oatmeal. When you buy oatmeal from SBUX, you get a little packet of nuts, which I always tossed in my desk drawer. Now, I have a drawer full of nut packs (does that sound dirty?) and a teeny tiny stomach.
Solution found! I was sitting at my desk, not wanting to waste money on buying food I can barely eat. But I was getting h-u-n-g-r-y. I stumbled on a nut pack. Fifteen grams of nutty breakfast goodness, the SBUX "Nut Medley." Ten grams of fat and only two grams of protein - hmm, that doesn't sound right. Nuts should have more protein.
Would you believe that fifteen grams of nuts leaves me FULL? Madness. I told a friend last night when I was all filled up on a potsticker (What did you have for dinner last night? Oh, I had a potsticker. Deeelissh. And SO filling!), that I think my surgeon decided to help me out by giving me a teeny tiny sleevy. Not complaining. :) The fact that last Friday I celebrated my 30 pound lost, and this Friday, my 35 pound loss, well, I am feeling pretty darn good about my teeny tiny tummy.
Plus, I'm a very cheap date. I ventured into alcohol last night, having approximately one ounce of a mango punch (yum!) and one potsticker. My buddy got the other five potstickers and the rest of my drink. My surgery is working out well for her, too!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Lookie What I'm Doing at My Desk
without even realizing it! Yup, baby, that's what you call a non-scale victory (NSV)! Hello, crossed legs (girl-style, not grab a pant leg and hoist it up then sit like a man), where ya been? Been a few years since I've seen this sight!
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Fun Graph - Weight Loss to Date
I am working on eating slower and waiting between bites. I'm already a pretty slow eater, so I would be surprised if this is much of a problem. I'm not complaining, but I am a bit concerned about the amount of "real food" I can eat at a sitting. Like two or three bites, only. I can eat more liquids, like soup - as much as six ounces at a sitting. But I'm trying to work on my "real food," as I'm supposed to be off the protein shakes. Uhh, which I am - completely off them. So what protein I'm getting is coming from these two or three bites throughout the day.
Like I said - not complaining. A little curious. I feel great, so I'm not terribly concerned. At five weeks out, I look at the diet from my surgeon I'm supposed to follow, and it is laughable! No way I could eat that much. I know it's what you are supposed to ramp up to, though, so I'll just keep on keepin' on. My next appointment with him is Monday (2/21), so I'll talk to him about it then.
In the meantime, I'll just keep on loving that weight loss graph!
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