I woke up on Saturday morning weighing under 200 pounds.
On The Biggest Loser, they call this "One-derland".
This was a HUGE deal for two reasons. First, I cannot remember when I have seen a 1XX number on the scale. I can only assume it was in high school...but I cannot remember. And it feels AMAZING.
Second, it also means I've lost 120 pounds since pre-liquid diet and 100 pounds since the day of surgery. Also a huge freaking deal.
AND I've lost more since Saturday...so life just keeps getting better!! I almost think my body had hit a place where 500-600 calories wasn't triggering loss anymore because the days I've eaten more like 700 calories, I lose. So OK!! Feed you more, I get it body!!!
I've been battling something - not sure if it's a cold or flu or what but I'm exhausted and coughing and aching - so I haven't been working out this week because it honestly takes all my energy to just make it until the boys bedtime when I collapse in bed myself. Even without working out, I'm losing. Weird.
I had some labs run at the doctor a couple weeks ago - I had my cholesterol checked, my Iron level checked, and a basic CBC. I've always had high cholesterol since I first had it checked at age 8. This time, it was 160. Well within the "Normal" range. My Iron level was also quite normal. So further proof - as if I needed it - that my WLS was a good decision. I actually AM healthier than I've ever been.
So looking at the scale this week has been fun...and my thoughts often drift to how I'll feel when I see my goal weight on that scale. Knowing, as I know today, that I am doing this. I made a commitment and am holding to it. Many, many people who learn of my surgery say "OH!! I know someone who also had that!!! They lost a ton and then gained half of it back!!". Well gee. Thanks. I dream all the time that I am fat again. That I'm depressed and stuck in a body that I despise and drowning in myself. And I wake up feeling desperate and scared. Trust me when I say, I will NOT be that girl who people are referring to who lost it all and gained half back. I am not.
That's all from One-derland today!!! Life is good here!!!
Thursday, March 3, 2016
Friday, February 26, 2016
New Life on Vacation...
My sweet husband and I spent 5 lovely days in San Diego, CA last week. It was so awesome - the weather was perfect (75+ and sunny). We had a ball walking around, visiting friends, shopping, eating in yummy restaurants. And I did a couple things that I would never considered doing before surgery.
First, I brought workout stuff and ACTUALLY USED IT. We stayed in a hotel that had a beautiful fitness room. Two very new treadmills and two new elliptical machines along with an array of free weights and a stability ball with two wall mounted TV's connected to all the cable channels. Being as we were on vacation without our children, I had no excuses NOT to carve out time for workouts a couple times on our trip. And it was actually fun. It's amazing what a new treadmill can do for a workout. I'm not sure if it was wider or what but it felt different and great. I also used the elliptical on another occasion and that too was a great workout. An hour of cardio and 15 minutes of abs/weights was a great way to complete my day while on vacation twice.
Second, we walked all over the frickin' place!!! There is so much to see and do in San Diego and we didn't waste an opportunity. Yes, we used public transportation and we rented a car for a couple days...but we also walked a lot and thanks to my trusty Fitbit, I know that on Friday, we walked 7.7 miles. That's around Old Towne several times, down by the Harbor and the aircraft carrier, around Seaport Village, and back up thru Gaslamp to our hotel. Then a break for a nap and back out for dinner in Gaslamp and back to the hotel. Now, this was extreme...we were feeling a bit tight in the legs on Saturday but it wasn't bad. It felt amazing to be able to say that we walked that far!! Our vacations just don't typically include a ton of activity - we're more of the 'park it on the beach in a chair' kind of vacationers. This was a fun experience to be on the move and enjoying it!!
Finally, I ate. I was so sad to think that food is a part of traveling I enjoy and if I had WLS, I would have to kiss that part of my life goodbye...but not the case!! I had an omlette with smoked salmon, I had sushi, I had grilled salmon, I had sea bass, I had huervos rancheros. I had wine. I didn't go overboard and I followed the rules of eating/drinking/protein first. I kept up with my water. And I didn't gain any weight. I didn't lose any either, so it's a good thing we were walking and I worked out...but I didn't gain any weight. This was a huge victory for me.
Flying home, I was sitting in my coach seat with my seatbelt fastened with plenty of room to spare with my legs crossed reading thinking how much my life has changed. I know I repeat this in every blog post but man, I'm so damn thankful to have been able to have this surgery. I am SO happy to be in this body now...this body that is responding and is finally working with me to be our healthiest self. I didn't realize how miserable I was for so long trapped under all that weight. I'm 45 pounds away from my goal weight and I couldn't be more excited to conquer it. I cannot wait to say "I did it!!!" and know in my heart that yes, I did it. No one else. Me. All me.
First, I brought workout stuff and ACTUALLY USED IT. We stayed in a hotel that had a beautiful fitness room. Two very new treadmills and two new elliptical machines along with an array of free weights and a stability ball with two wall mounted TV's connected to all the cable channels. Being as we were on vacation without our children, I had no excuses NOT to carve out time for workouts a couple times on our trip. And it was actually fun. It's amazing what a new treadmill can do for a workout. I'm not sure if it was wider or what but it felt different and great. I also used the elliptical on another occasion and that too was a great workout. An hour of cardio and 15 minutes of abs/weights was a great way to complete my day while on vacation twice.
Second, we walked all over the frickin' place!!! There is so much to see and do in San Diego and we didn't waste an opportunity. Yes, we used public transportation and we rented a car for a couple days...but we also walked a lot and thanks to my trusty Fitbit, I know that on Friday, we walked 7.7 miles. That's around Old Towne several times, down by the Harbor and the aircraft carrier, around Seaport Village, and back up thru Gaslamp to our hotel. Then a break for a nap and back out for dinner in Gaslamp and back to the hotel. Now, this was extreme...we were feeling a bit tight in the legs on Saturday but it wasn't bad. It felt amazing to be able to say that we walked that far!! Our vacations just don't typically include a ton of activity - we're more of the 'park it on the beach in a chair' kind of vacationers. This was a fun experience to be on the move and enjoying it!!
Finally, I ate. I was so sad to think that food is a part of traveling I enjoy and if I had WLS, I would have to kiss that part of my life goodbye...but not the case!! I had an omlette with smoked salmon, I had sushi, I had grilled salmon, I had sea bass, I had huervos rancheros. I had wine. I didn't go overboard and I followed the rules of eating/drinking/protein first. I kept up with my water. And I didn't gain any weight. I didn't lose any either, so it's a good thing we were walking and I worked out...but I didn't gain any weight. This was a huge victory for me.
Flying home, I was sitting in my coach seat with my seatbelt fastened with plenty of room to spare with my legs crossed reading thinking how much my life has changed. I know I repeat this in every blog post but man, I'm so damn thankful to have been able to have this surgery. I am SO happy to be in this body now...this body that is responding and is finally working with me to be our healthiest self. I didn't realize how miserable I was for so long trapped under all that weight. I'm 45 pounds away from my goal weight and I couldn't be more excited to conquer it. I cannot wait to say "I did it!!!" and know in my heart that yes, I did it. No one else. Me. All me.
Friday, January 15, 2016
206 Days Later...
It's been 206 days.
206 days since I've had a stomach. 206 days since I made the life-change. 206 days since my new life started.
I haven't written in a long time because there hasn't been much to report about. I found my groove and it was an awesome ride for three months. I was losing a half pound to a pound a day. Weight was literally melting off. Then I hit a stall just after Thanksgiving and it's been much more work. They did tell me that the first 6 months were the easiest time and after that, the weight loss required effort. That was 110% true. But I stay the course. I log every single thing I eat. I log every work out. I wear my Fitbit religiously. My New Year's resolution was to make a better attempt at taking my vitamins and calcium (I'm remembering MORE...but I am not up to daily yet).
My calorie intake hovers around 500. Some days it's more, some days it's shy but most days, I'm between 475 and 550. I know that sounds ridiculously low but you'd be surprised by how satisfied you can get when you are eating only protein and real food - cutting out processing and most carbs. I eat a lot of Greek yogurt and Quark, cottage cheese, lean meats - chicken breast, fish - and fruit/veggies. I miss other foods...of course I do. I miss baked goods a lot. I also miss SALADS immensely. I miss cold and crunchy. However my new plumbing just isn't loving salad yet. I get really full in just a couple bites and since protein is more important, I rarely have room for greens. Other veggies go down better - green beans, asparagus, broccoli - all feel better in the pouch because I can get them more chewed up than I can lettuce/spinach. My teeth just can't grind greens the same way. I still adore soup...and Yasso Greek Yogurt pops. They are 100 calories and my substitute for ice cream - and they come in flavors like cookie dough and salted caramel...so they really are a close substitute.
I'm in love with working out and I feel seriously down when I can't fit them in. This week, working out just hasn't been that easy - activities and plans got in the way. The highlight of my Friday evening is a long workout. Me, my elliptical, my treadmill, the Smart TV - we have some serious work to do. I still try to hit 9 Round when I can and my home workouts are 60 minutes minimum. I try to burn at least 800 calories per workout at home. And yes, I still run. Just to prove to myself that I can.
My body is changing. Even when the scale isn't reflecting weight loss, my body is different. I had my 6 month post op check up and the Exercise Phys gal did my measurements. I've lost 15 inches off my waist. 15 INCHES OFF MY WAIST IN 6 MONTHS. How insane is that????? That's crazy. The clothes I feel like I just bought (but in all honesty it's been since before Christmas) don't fit anymore. My thighs and butt don't fill them out the way they should and I end up looking bigger than I really am. I know it sounds like a stupid problem but shopping for new pants is frustrating when I know in a few weeks they're not going to fit again. It's the middle of winter and I don't really WANT to buy more winter clothes...I want to think about cute spring stuff....but I can't buy that now because I have no idea what size I'll be when it's warm enough to actually wear it. I know - first world problems.
I had my passport photo re-taken for a renewal on Monday. I was disappointed to have to do this because I really loved my passport photo - it was a good picture and I'm smiling cute and have a nice tan going on. However seeing the photos side-by-side is kind of an eye-opener. I look like a totally different person. The natural color hair helps the difference as does the fact that you're not supposed to smile anymore in the photo but my face is so different. So even when I don't feel like much is changing...it is...
206 days since I've had a stomach. 206 days since I made the life-change. 206 days since my new life started.
I haven't written in a long time because there hasn't been much to report about. I found my groove and it was an awesome ride for three months. I was losing a half pound to a pound a day. Weight was literally melting off. Then I hit a stall just after Thanksgiving and it's been much more work. They did tell me that the first 6 months were the easiest time and after that, the weight loss required effort. That was 110% true. But I stay the course. I log every single thing I eat. I log every work out. I wear my Fitbit religiously. My New Year's resolution was to make a better attempt at taking my vitamins and calcium (I'm remembering MORE...but I am not up to daily yet).
My calorie intake hovers around 500. Some days it's more, some days it's shy but most days, I'm between 475 and 550. I know that sounds ridiculously low but you'd be surprised by how satisfied you can get when you are eating only protein and real food - cutting out processing and most carbs. I eat a lot of Greek yogurt and Quark, cottage cheese, lean meats - chicken breast, fish - and fruit/veggies. I miss other foods...of course I do. I miss baked goods a lot. I also miss SALADS immensely. I miss cold and crunchy. However my new plumbing just isn't loving salad yet. I get really full in just a couple bites and since protein is more important, I rarely have room for greens. Other veggies go down better - green beans, asparagus, broccoli - all feel better in the pouch because I can get them more chewed up than I can lettuce/spinach. My teeth just can't grind greens the same way. I still adore soup...and Yasso Greek Yogurt pops. They are 100 calories and my substitute for ice cream - and they come in flavors like cookie dough and salted caramel...so they really are a close substitute.
I'm in love with working out and I feel seriously down when I can't fit them in. This week, working out just hasn't been that easy - activities and plans got in the way. The highlight of my Friday evening is a long workout. Me, my elliptical, my treadmill, the Smart TV - we have some serious work to do. I still try to hit 9 Round when I can and my home workouts are 60 minutes minimum. I try to burn at least 800 calories per workout at home. And yes, I still run. Just to prove to myself that I can.
My body is changing. Even when the scale isn't reflecting weight loss, my body is different. I had my 6 month post op check up and the Exercise Phys gal did my measurements. I've lost 15 inches off my waist. 15 INCHES OFF MY WAIST IN 6 MONTHS. How insane is that????? That's crazy. The clothes I feel like I just bought (but in all honesty it's been since before Christmas) don't fit anymore. My thighs and butt don't fill them out the way they should and I end up looking bigger than I really am. I know it sounds like a stupid problem but shopping for new pants is frustrating when I know in a few weeks they're not going to fit again. It's the middle of winter and I don't really WANT to buy more winter clothes...I want to think about cute spring stuff....but I can't buy that now because I have no idea what size I'll be when it's warm enough to actually wear it. I know - first world problems.
I had my passport photo re-taken for a renewal on Monday. I was disappointed to have to do this because I really loved my passport photo - it was a good picture and I'm smiling cute and have a nice tan going on. However seeing the photos side-by-side is kind of an eye-opener. I look like a totally different person. The natural color hair helps the difference as does the fact that you're not supposed to smile anymore in the photo but my face is so different. So even when I don't feel like much is changing...it is...
Monday, December 7, 2015
24 weeks Post-Op = 6 Months Out
I was in a bit of a stall since my last post. They happen. Doesn't mean they are not frustrating as hell,. Doesn't mean that you start thinking really strange thoughts or start panicking that this may be it - maybe THIS is all the weight I'm going to lose. When stalls do happen, I just keep on doing what I've been doing. I don't go calorie-crazy and start eating more. I don't stop working out. I just stay the course. Eventually my body catches on that even if it has a little tantrum I'm not going to give in. This stall lasted from November 20th to today. This was a long one. I hope I can have a nice run until my next one.
I survived Thanksgiving. It was hard, however. It's really difficult to see all the amazing comfort foods you have grown to love and then after 4 bites, you're done. Not with that one item...but done with the meal. White Turkey doesn't go down very well - it's dry and I'm not a gravy lover. Stuffing was awesome but not really the protein-packed item I'm supposed to eat much of. My other favorite - Sweet Potatoes - is also a carb...so I was pretty limited in what I could eat. I had a good workout that morning so I didn't feel guilty for what I did eat. Instead of pie, I made some coffee and had a yummy mug of that. It worked out.
I can run 20 minutes straight now. I had been running at the end of my workouts but yesterday I switched it up and after a 15 minute warm-up walking, I started to jog just to see how long I could go. I made it 20 minutes and I swear I could have gone longer but I also wanted to walk today without pain. I'm truly amazed I made it that long. Even as it was happening, I was amazed that my body was just doing what it was doing - no side ache, no burning lungs, no ankle or knee pain. I found a groove and just ran. Now, it wasn't fast by any means. In fact, I could probably almost walk as fast as I was running but that's not important. The fact is that I ran. And I'm proud of that.
I have 10 pair of pants that I can send off to the consignment store as they will never fit anymore. I attended my husband's holiday party for work on Friday night and felt like a million bucks. I looked good and I felt amazing. I ran into two folks I hadn't seen in a while on Sunday and both couldn't get over how 'amazing' I look. DAMN that feels good!!! I still don't see it the same way other people do. I don't look in the mirror and see the new me. I see the old me with the same gross areas that bothered me before. However in clothes, I am liking what I see more and more. I still box at 9 Round at least once a week and I can tell that I'm getting stronger there too - and the trainers who work there always comment on how I'm doing. That also feels good.
Again, I'm so very thankful to have had this opportunity. I have my 6 month follow-up appointment next week and will update with my current stats then. I really wanted to hit the 100 pound mark by then but the stall is going to prevent that from happening. It's ok. Whether I hit that milestone in 10 days or not, I'll hit it and I will celebrate. I've come a long way!!!
I survived Thanksgiving. It was hard, however. It's really difficult to see all the amazing comfort foods you have grown to love and then after 4 bites, you're done. Not with that one item...but done with the meal. White Turkey doesn't go down very well - it's dry and I'm not a gravy lover. Stuffing was awesome but not really the protein-packed item I'm supposed to eat much of. My other favorite - Sweet Potatoes - is also a carb...so I was pretty limited in what I could eat. I had a good workout that morning so I didn't feel guilty for what I did eat. Instead of pie, I made some coffee and had a yummy mug of that. It worked out.
I can run 20 minutes straight now. I had been running at the end of my workouts but yesterday I switched it up and after a 15 minute warm-up walking, I started to jog just to see how long I could go. I made it 20 minutes and I swear I could have gone longer but I also wanted to walk today without pain. I'm truly amazed I made it that long. Even as it was happening, I was amazed that my body was just doing what it was doing - no side ache, no burning lungs, no ankle or knee pain. I found a groove and just ran. Now, it wasn't fast by any means. In fact, I could probably almost walk as fast as I was running but that's not important. The fact is that I ran. And I'm proud of that.
I have 10 pair of pants that I can send off to the consignment store as they will never fit anymore. I attended my husband's holiday party for work on Friday night and felt like a million bucks. I looked good and I felt amazing. I ran into two folks I hadn't seen in a while on Sunday and both couldn't get over how 'amazing' I look. DAMN that feels good!!! I still don't see it the same way other people do. I don't look in the mirror and see the new me. I see the old me with the same gross areas that bothered me before. However in clothes, I am liking what I see more and more. I still box at 9 Round at least once a week and I can tell that I'm getting stronger there too - and the trainers who work there always comment on how I'm doing. That also feels good.
Again, I'm so very thankful to have had this opportunity. I have my 6 month follow-up appointment next week and will update with my current stats then. I really wanted to hit the 100 pound mark by then but the stall is going to prevent that from happening. It's ok. Whether I hit that milestone in 10 days or not, I'll hit it and I will celebrate. I've come a long way!!!
Friday, November 20, 2015
21 1/2 Weeks Post-Op - WOW.
Guys. I ran. I was finishing up a treadmill workout last night - I typically do 65 minutes on the treadmill at 3.4 mph with the incline set at 5%. Then after about 25 minutes, I start playing with the incline and I'll do 5 minutes at 10%, 5 minutes at 15%, 5 minutes back at 10%...and then I'll drop back to 5% and carry 5 pound hand weights. It's a good workout. Makes me sweat and I can feel it in my quads and gluts the next day.
I rewarded myself with a new TV in my workout area - I got a little Smart TV that has wi-fi so I can watch Netflix while I workout. The previous TV was OK but we couldn't connect it to cable so I was watching DVD's of Sex and the City while working out and since they're only 22 minutes long, I was getting on and off the treadmill 3 times per workout to hit "Play" again. Annoying. Anyways, the new TV came out of the box, I hopped on the treadmill and gave it 55 minutes and then thought - "let's see what happens". I bumped the speed up to 4.3 mph and started to jog. Not fast, not pretty but it happened. I wanted to see if I could go 5 minutes straight, no stopping, no slowing down. I KILLED IT. I totally did it!! And it wasn't bad!! I mean, I don't know if I'll ever classify myself as a RUNNER, but I did it...and I'll do it again.
I hit a nice little goal overnight too. As of today, I weigh less than I did when I met my husband. I also weigh less than I did when I conceived my oldest son. That puts me at 95 pounds lost since my heaviest weight ever and 75 pounds lost since the day of surgery. I'm almost overwhelmed that it's THAT much weight.
Man, I write this a lot but it feels so good to be successful at this weight loss game. I spent so much of my life being discouraged and depressed about not being able to lose weight or not being able to stick with a diet. I absolutely feel blessed that I had the opportunity to have a Roux-en-Y surgery covered by insurance. I know I never would have had this success without the help of surgery. Yes, it's work. I have a hacking cough that would have been a wonderful excuse to skip a workout last night...but I really wanted to see the scales number drop this morning and that meant making time for the treadmill. Yes, Thanksgiving is coming up and I would love to eat everything my heart desires but I do NOT want to pay the consequences so I have no choice but to be good. I love that. Cheating is not an option. There is no more justification for my actions necessary - it's not possible to not be good. Such an amazing feeling!!
I rewarded myself with a new TV in my workout area - I got a little Smart TV that has wi-fi so I can watch Netflix while I workout. The previous TV was OK but we couldn't connect it to cable so I was watching DVD's of Sex and the City while working out and since they're only 22 minutes long, I was getting on and off the treadmill 3 times per workout to hit "Play" again. Annoying. Anyways, the new TV came out of the box, I hopped on the treadmill and gave it 55 minutes and then thought - "let's see what happens". I bumped the speed up to 4.3 mph and started to jog. Not fast, not pretty but it happened. I wanted to see if I could go 5 minutes straight, no stopping, no slowing down. I KILLED IT. I totally did it!! And it wasn't bad!! I mean, I don't know if I'll ever classify myself as a RUNNER, but I did it...and I'll do it again.
I hit a nice little goal overnight too. As of today, I weigh less than I did when I met my husband. I also weigh less than I did when I conceived my oldest son. That puts me at 95 pounds lost since my heaviest weight ever and 75 pounds lost since the day of surgery. I'm almost overwhelmed that it's THAT much weight.
Man, I write this a lot but it feels so good to be successful at this weight loss game. I spent so much of my life being discouraged and depressed about not being able to lose weight or not being able to stick with a diet. I absolutely feel blessed that I had the opportunity to have a Roux-en-Y surgery covered by insurance. I know I never would have had this success without the help of surgery. Yes, it's work. I have a hacking cough that would have been a wonderful excuse to skip a workout last night...but I really wanted to see the scales number drop this morning and that meant making time for the treadmill. Yes, Thanksgiving is coming up and I would love to eat everything my heart desires but I do NOT want to pay the consequences so I have no choice but to be good. I love that. Cheating is not an option. There is no more justification for my actions necessary - it's not possible to not be good. Such an amazing feeling!!
Thursday, November 12, 2015
20 Weeks Post Op - Look good feel good
I can now wear 'normal' pants. The pants in this photo - the pants I have on today - are size 18. Not from the Plus section. Just 18's. And the sweater was from Costco - and they don't sell Plus sizes at Costco.
This may not seem like a big deal but to me, it's a very big deal. I will never shop at a Lane Bryant again. Ever.
Is an 18 my goal? Nope...but it's a gigantic step and proof that I AM losing weight.
And just for the record, I look much better in clothes that fit. I've been so hesitant to buy anything new because the old clothes (sizes 24, 22 and 20) "fit". No, they don't fit...they're way too big...but with a belt and some creative undergarments, they work. Well I took a leap and bought some new clothes on sale at Penny's for work - these pants included. I also got a 'treat' from my mom which included a couple more pairs of pants and a couple sweaters. So, this weekend I'm going to once again purge and pack up the clothes I've shrunk out of and send them over to the consignment store. I will not need them - why hang on to them?
My neck is defined. I don't have a double chin anymore. I have cheek bones that don't need contouring to pop out. I have a collar bone that is visible. I'm winning at this!!!! Seriously - I'm having success!!! How cool is that???
I have 65 pounds to go to my first goal weight and 75 pounds to go to my stretch goal. And I cannot wait to see what size that puts me at or what it will feel like in a body that size. Do I miss food? Yup...still - daily - some days hourly. But I wouldn't trade this feeling of PRIDE for anything.
Monday, November 2, 2015
19 Weeks Post-Op - More love for Weekends
I love weekends. Aside from the not having to be at work part, I am loving weekends for the fact that I lose more weight on the weekends than I do during the week. Like, significantly more. I can lose 3-4 pounds between Saturday morning to Monday morning. I think this is due to a little combination of things.
1. I get a little more sleep on the weekends. Not much, as my kids wake up at pretty much the same time whether it's Saturday or Tuesday, but probably an additional 30-45 minutes.
2. I don't have as scheduled of a day - I leisurely drink my coffee in the morning. I don't force a lunch break - I grab a bite here and there as I need it.
3. I drink water all day long. Not just in meetings when I think about it. 4. I rarely stop moving during the day - I'm jockeying laundry, I'm running to Costco, SuperTarget, Home Depot, wherever my life needs me to go. In between those errands, I'm running around my house cleaning up after the kids or cleaning areas that need attention.
4. I nap. I take a 2 hour nap with my two little kids every Saturday and typically every Sunday too. I love it. It's my little indulgence to myself. We all get cozy in our big bed and fall asleep all cuddled up. Believe it or not, there is not nearly as big of a fight to take a nap if Mom takes one with you.
5. I work out. Hard. For 65-75 minutes. Walking on the treadmill at an incline. Now I've added hand weights to that as well in 5 minute intervals. I drip. I feel like I'm going to die. And it's Awesome.
I am very close to two milestones - and they are only a few pounds apart. As of today, I now weigh what I weighed when I met Phil's family at Thanksgiving in 2007. I had been doing SlimGenics and weighing in three times a week, so I remember my weights clearly. This means I'm 12 pounds away from weighing what I weighed when Phil and I met. 8 years ago. After that, it will be 6 more pounds until I've lost 100 pounds. I really want to hit the 100 pound mark by Christmas so I have some work ahead of me...but I am loving workouts right now and the eating part is now second nature. I just wish my love for water would be as strong as it was before surgery.
I get so full so fast from water and I really want to just chug it but that causes extreme pain. It's something I need to devote focus on - sit with my water bottle in my hand and open and basically look at a clock and sip every minute or so. I do love adding Lipton Lemon Iced Tea concentrate to my water but I can't seem to find the flavor I like anymore...so here I am.
Sill happy? Yup. Ecstatic. I continue to be amazed at my success and I'm so very thankful to have had the positive journey.
1. I get a little more sleep on the weekends. Not much, as my kids wake up at pretty much the same time whether it's Saturday or Tuesday, but probably an additional 30-45 minutes.
2. I don't have as scheduled of a day - I leisurely drink my coffee in the morning. I don't force a lunch break - I grab a bite here and there as I need it.
3. I drink water all day long. Not just in meetings when I think about it. 4. I rarely stop moving during the day - I'm jockeying laundry, I'm running to Costco, SuperTarget, Home Depot, wherever my life needs me to go. In between those errands, I'm running around my house cleaning up after the kids or cleaning areas that need attention.
4. I nap. I take a 2 hour nap with my two little kids every Saturday and typically every Sunday too. I love it. It's my little indulgence to myself. We all get cozy in our big bed and fall asleep all cuddled up. Believe it or not, there is not nearly as big of a fight to take a nap if Mom takes one with you.
5. I work out. Hard. For 65-75 minutes. Walking on the treadmill at an incline. Now I've added hand weights to that as well in 5 minute intervals. I drip. I feel like I'm going to die. And it's Awesome.
I am very close to two milestones - and they are only a few pounds apart. As of today, I now weigh what I weighed when I met Phil's family at Thanksgiving in 2007. I had been doing SlimGenics and weighing in three times a week, so I remember my weights clearly. This means I'm 12 pounds away from weighing what I weighed when Phil and I met. 8 years ago. After that, it will be 6 more pounds until I've lost 100 pounds. I really want to hit the 100 pound mark by Christmas so I have some work ahead of me...but I am loving workouts right now and the eating part is now second nature. I just wish my love for water would be as strong as it was before surgery.
I get so full so fast from water and I really want to just chug it but that causes extreme pain. It's something I need to devote focus on - sit with my water bottle in my hand and open and basically look at a clock and sip every minute or so. I do love adding Lipton Lemon Iced Tea concentrate to my water but I can't seem to find the flavor I like anymore...so here I am.
Sill happy? Yup. Ecstatic. I continue to be amazed at my success and I'm so very thankful to have had the positive journey.
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