Last month when I went to Wyoming for vacation, I don't think I really weighed myself before we left. While we were out there, I never over ate but I did eat out. A lot. I didn't weigh myself until I got back and I hadn't gained or lost any weight, which is ok considering how much eating out we did. However, after getting back home I got back on my routine and hadn't lost any more weight for a few weeks either. I was starting to panic. Granted, I was told that I'd have plateaus and periodic weight gain, each would follow with weight loss until I got to a comfortable weight. Yes, I've lost 90+ pounds and I'm tickled shitless over that amazing feat and I fully accept that if this is where my journey ends I'm ok with that but I had hoped to loose a little more. I'm still in some plus sizes, I wanna be in the normal, non plus sizes. Although I can now wear a normal XL t-shirt and let me tell you that fucking rawks.
So, a few weeks pass and I'm fluctuating at "5" (5 being the last number on the scale). I can't get below "5" and as I keep weighing in daily my scale tells me "6" or "8" or "7" or even "5" again, but I never can get below that damned "5". Hence, plateau.
Yesterday, I had some dental work done, major stuff I guess because they completely knocked me out. I really like this new dentist and trust him completely so I didn't mind being unconscious. I was concerned however with the amount of water that they let run down my throat. I mean my tummy is the size of an egg!! I'm not supposed to have more than 20cc of liquid. All the "what if" questions hit me. My bariatric nurse Nancy assured me it was all ok as long as my dentist knew my restrictions, which he did. I was still worried. Ok, I didn't worry after I took the two pills they gave me, maybe Tramadol I think but I could be wrong. So, to make a long story short, I woke up this morning, pissed like a race horse and weighed........
*drumroll, please*
and I did not see a "5" or a "7" or an "8". Not even a "6" or a "9" or the dreaded "0". I saw a "1". WHOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOO! So, today I'm again tickled shitless at my amazingly wonderful shrinking body. Yes, the body with the stretchmarks and the sagging boobies with nipples that point in different directions and the fat left ankle (compared to the right) and the fat apron "pannus" in the front. I like my body.
My hair is another story, but we'll discuss that later.
4 comments:
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! I REALLY REALLY want to see some new pics of you!
Damn you're fast! LOL Actually, I'm working on that. I've got a friend in OKC who is a photographer and we're working on meeting in Tulsa so she can take some pics of me. I really don't look that good compared to anyone else. But I do look awesome compared to what I did look like. But my hair still sucks so we'll see what happens there. LOL
Yippee! I want the name of that dentist!!!! Who cares what droops or rolls, it can all be wadded up and stuffed in control top panties or a bra anyway! Not that I'd know that or anything............
LOL, congrats April! I had been wondering about you. Last I remember you were still trying to get the approval for the surgery. I’m so glad to hear that it’s going so well for you.
And your dentist sounds a lot like my dentist. But mine is a woman. I lover her magic pills. Ahh, so nice. I had a root canal and the permanent crown all done in one day. And didn’t feel a thing.
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