However...I am still proud of where I am. Not many people in the world can say they've lost 130 pounds in 11.5 months. How crazy is that?? Less than a year!! I lost the equivalent of my not-small 11 year old!! That is significant!!
I got inked almost three weeks ago now. I have tattoos on the tops of both my feet. I love them. I love them in a weird way - maybe partially because it's hard to believe they're real and forever. I went by myself to get them...for some reason, I thought Phil would want to join me but he said he didn't need to do that so I was on my own. Since these are my first tattoos, I'd never been inside a tattoo shop before my consultation. It's much more surgical than I thought it'd be. I was so impressed by the entire process. Also, I picked a very tender location for these tattoos - there isn't much flesh on the tops of feet and especially for the script, it felt like she was carving into my foot with a razor blade. I will say this - I can see how it's addicting. I find myself looking at them more frequently than I thought I would...in admiration, not in shame. And I love the phrase I chose - "I can do hard things". Yup and yup. I went thru a very itchy phase a couple days ago but they seem to have stopped itching and peeling so I do believe we're close to being all healed up...and I adore them.
I have my one year post-op appointment on June 23rd. I'm supposed to go have all the labs done (bloodwork) this week so we have results to talk about at the appointment. I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the doctor and the nutritionist because I haven't lost much at all since my 9 month appointment. These last 30 pounds are tough - I'm fighting for each and every one.
I'm still running and I'm still not IN LOVE with running but now that it's easier, it's not bad. My secret is finding a show I love to watch while doing it - currently that show is Sons of Anarchy. I'm up to 45 minutes running (not fast, mind you) with some hills tossed in for good measure. What a workout that is!!! And when complete, I feel strong and able and proud...because it wasn't long ago that I would have rather died than think about running for even 5 minutes. And even still, the first 5 minutes are the hardest. Once I hit the 10 minute mark, I feel pretty good. But the beginning is the hardest and the worst. Much like anything, really.
That's all I got - not much to report. I'll post the update after my appointment in 2 weeks!!!
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