I'm really, REALLY thankful for this journey. I truely believe I never would have been able to be a successful dieter without my RNY surgery. I feel extremely lucky to have had a positive experience with the entire process start to now. So please take this with a grain of salt - it's all good stuff...
All my clothes fit weird.
The butt is saggy. They're all too long. If I go down a size, the waist is tighter and I get a muffin top. Not a look I particularly enjoy. I know that it's a matter of weeks before I'm down another 10 pounds and the next size down isn't that far away but man, I'm tired of looking like a frump!!
I'm also cold much of the time and I know that's only going to get worse as the fat on my body comes off. I'm willing to deal with this one.
I want to buy cute clothes...I'm dying to, actually...but not knowing where I'll end up size-wise, I'm reluctant to purchase anything too nice or thing about things too long term.
All that being said - man, it's fun to have a long lean neck. It's so nice that folks are actually noticing that I'm smaller than I was. Church is where I get the majority of the compliments from folks that don't see me daily - and that's really fun. Supportive and loving comments about how great I look is a great reminder that yes, I am doing something good for myself and yes, it's paying off.
I am also falling more and more in love with working out. I wish my life had the amount of time I would need to workout to my hearts content but right now, I get about an hour 4-5 times a week. I am stronger. I am faster. It's not that hard anymore - it's just enjoyable. It feels GOOD to sweat!!
Life sure has changed in the past 4 months. I'm so so SO happy to be on this side of the change!!!
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Monday, October 19, 2015
17 Weeks Post-Op
I haven't written in a while and I have no excuses. This could end up being a lengthy post.
I have lost 58 pounds since surgery and 78 since pre-op liquid diet.
We were in Cape Cod, MA from Tuesday until Saturday and I didn't have a scale the entire time. This was very strange for me. I've weighed myself every single morning for the past year with very few exceptions so to have no scale and be really actively working on losing was strange. Happy to say that even though I was in a bit of a stall when we left, I managed to lose almost 6 pounds. I'll take that!! I continued to log everything I ate in Myfitnesspal. We walked a ton. Kept up on my water. I stocked the rental cottage with Greek yogurt, string cheese, some deli ham, and chose my meals wisely. Even got to enjoy some lobster. Pretty cool indeed.
The flights to the Cape were interesting as well. Not only do I not need a seatbelt extender, but I have room in an airplane seat to actually cross my legs!! I could also wrestle with my 2 and 4 year old to get them belted in without having to remove my own safety belt. I could also carry the carry-on, my purse AND a child at the same time without being winded at all. I could walk up the aisle of the plane and not feel like my hips were hitting people in the face. I put my tray table down and it actually came all the way down. All of these are huge wins. I love to travel and the absolute uncomfortable nature of being a large person in an airplane hindered that. SO very happy to report that this is no longer an issue!!!!
Also, my collarbone is now visible. It's much more pronounced on the right than the left but it's there. I know...it's another one of those things that probably a normal-sized person doesn't think twice about but an overweight person can obsess over. My neck and decollete area is starting to look like a thin person's. And it's a big deal to me.
I can also wear clothes that are not in plus size. Phil bought me a hoodie on vacation and it's a normal Large. Not multiple 'X'. Also, I bought a yoga top a month or so ago that was adorable and on sale thinking "someday" and someday came yesterday. It didn't look perfect but it fit fine.
I'm continually amazed that this is working.
I do continue to miss food. I don't deprive myself...I log everything, even if I'm not proud of a choice...but I do miss food. We grilled steaks last night - they were amazing. I took two bites and I couldn't eat anymore. Not for any other reason. It tasted amazing. The texture was fine. The moisture was there. It was cooked a perfect medium rare. I just couldn't get more than a couple bites to feel good down there and that's enough to make me stop. It's a good thing - it means I'm following the rules and listening to my body, which will help me in the long run. But sitting there with my family who were all raving at how awesome the steak was and not being able to enjoy it was a bummer. There was left overs. I'll try again tonight.
I think my next 'treat' to myself is going to be a new TV for my workout area in our basement. I have an elliptical and a treadmill but the TV I use while working out has seen better days. Now that flat screens have come down so much in price, it'd be nice to have another incentive to workout with. We'll see.
That's all I got - still working at it...and it's still working...and I'm still in awe.
I have lost 58 pounds since surgery and 78 since pre-op liquid diet.
We were in Cape Cod, MA from Tuesday until Saturday and I didn't have a scale the entire time. This was very strange for me. I've weighed myself every single morning for the past year with very few exceptions so to have no scale and be really actively working on losing was strange. Happy to say that even though I was in a bit of a stall when we left, I managed to lose almost 6 pounds. I'll take that!! I continued to log everything I ate in Myfitnesspal. We walked a ton. Kept up on my water. I stocked the rental cottage with Greek yogurt, string cheese, some deli ham, and chose my meals wisely. Even got to enjoy some lobster. Pretty cool indeed.
The flights to the Cape were interesting as well. Not only do I not need a seatbelt extender, but I have room in an airplane seat to actually cross my legs!! I could also wrestle with my 2 and 4 year old to get them belted in without having to remove my own safety belt. I could also carry the carry-on, my purse AND a child at the same time without being winded at all. I could walk up the aisle of the plane and not feel like my hips were hitting people in the face. I put my tray table down and it actually came all the way down. All of these are huge wins. I love to travel and the absolute uncomfortable nature of being a large person in an airplane hindered that. SO very happy to report that this is no longer an issue!!!!
Also, my collarbone is now visible. It's much more pronounced on the right than the left but it's there. I know...it's another one of those things that probably a normal-sized person doesn't think twice about but an overweight person can obsess over. My neck and decollete area is starting to look like a thin person's. And it's a big deal to me.
I can also wear clothes that are not in plus size. Phil bought me a hoodie on vacation and it's a normal Large. Not multiple 'X'. Also, I bought a yoga top a month or so ago that was adorable and on sale thinking "someday" and someday came yesterday. It didn't look perfect but it fit fine.
I'm continually amazed that this is working.
I do continue to miss food. I don't deprive myself...I log everything, even if I'm not proud of a choice...but I do miss food. We grilled steaks last night - they were amazing. I took two bites and I couldn't eat anymore. Not for any other reason. It tasted amazing. The texture was fine. The moisture was there. It was cooked a perfect medium rare. I just couldn't get more than a couple bites to feel good down there and that's enough to make me stop. It's a good thing - it means I'm following the rules and listening to my body, which will help me in the long run. But sitting there with my family who were all raving at how awesome the steak was and not being able to enjoy it was a bummer. There was left overs. I'll try again tonight.
I think my next 'treat' to myself is going to be a new TV for my workout area in our basement. I have an elliptical and a treadmill but the TV I use while working out has seen better days. Now that flat screens have come down so much in price, it'd be nice to have another incentive to workout with. We'll see.
That's all I got - still working at it...and it's still working...and I'm still in awe.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
14 Weeks Post-Op
I skipped a post last week because really, there's not much to write about.
I'm so happy. I'm so happy to be on this side of the journey. I'm so happy to be experiencing success. I'm so happy to feel proud of myself.
I am so thankful that I have experienced very little if any side effects. Yes, I am losing hair now but I have so much, it's not a problem. I've been so lucky. I have found my groove...and it feels good.
I actually miss exercising when I haven't done it in more than 48 hours. I love that. I love the feeling after a good workout.
We're flying out to Cape Cod next week...and I'm actually curious how an airline seat will feel. 70 pounds ago, it wasn't fun to fly. I actually bought a seatbelt extender to carry with me on flights because I was too humiliated and mortified to ask the flight attendant for one. I don't think I'll need it now. THANK GOD.
I hover around 450 calories per day. It sounds low but really, it's about perfect. I can count on a pound of weight loss if I stay around that number without exercise. If I fit a workout in, I can stretch the calories to 600 or so and still achieve a pound per day. This also depends on how much water I've had, what time of the month it is and if I've had too much salt...but for the most part, I'm losing a pound per day. So exciting.
I wore some pants yesterday that fit great. The waist was comfortable, the butt didn't sag. They were a little gem I found when I cleaned out my closet a few weeks ago. All day long I thought I thought I had on a size 22 - which is still a win because I was a tight 24 pre-op. It wasn't until I changed out of my work clothes and into my workout clothes yesterday evening that I saw they were actually a 20. Again, so happy. That means another round of closet clean out could happen because I just kept all my 22's and now I may be too small for them. Such an amazing feeling.
So there ya go. Life is good. I'm winning the weight loss battle. I never thought I'd be able to say that...and I 110% credit the success to the surgery. I never would have been able to succeed without it.
I'm so happy. I'm so happy to be on this side of the journey. I'm so happy to be experiencing success. I'm so happy to feel proud of myself.
I am so thankful that I have experienced very little if any side effects. Yes, I am losing hair now but I have so much, it's not a problem. I've been so lucky. I have found my groove...and it feels good.
I actually miss exercising when I haven't done it in more than 48 hours. I love that. I love the feeling after a good workout.
We're flying out to Cape Cod next week...and I'm actually curious how an airline seat will feel. 70 pounds ago, it wasn't fun to fly. I actually bought a seatbelt extender to carry with me on flights because I was too humiliated and mortified to ask the flight attendant for one. I don't think I'll need it now. THANK GOD.
I hover around 450 calories per day. It sounds low but really, it's about perfect. I can count on a pound of weight loss if I stay around that number without exercise. If I fit a workout in, I can stretch the calories to 600 or so and still achieve a pound per day. This also depends on how much water I've had, what time of the month it is and if I've had too much salt...but for the most part, I'm losing a pound per day. So exciting.
I wore some pants yesterday that fit great. The waist was comfortable, the butt didn't sag. They were a little gem I found when I cleaned out my closet a few weeks ago. All day long I thought I thought I had on a size 22 - which is still a win because I was a tight 24 pre-op. It wasn't until I changed out of my work clothes and into my workout clothes yesterday evening that I saw they were actually a 20. Again, so happy. That means another round of closet clean out could happen because I just kept all my 22's and now I may be too small for them. Such an amazing feeling.
So there ya go. Life is good. I'm winning the weight loss battle. I never thought I'd be able to say that...and I 110% credit the success to the surgery. I never would have been able to succeed without it.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
June 22 - September 22 = 13 weeks Post Op
My driver's license is now accurate. Crazy how much that bothered me. Crazy that I thought I could pass for that weight 68 pounds ago. Crazy the lies you can tell yourself when you struggle with something...crazy what you'll believe.
Is the struggle over? Nope. Not in the slightest. I was home with my boys all weekend and stressed out. They were not feeling 100%. The dog was driving me absolutely insane. My oldest wants to argue with every.word.I.say. And I found myself attempting to self-soothe with food. Why? Because that's what I did pre-op. Constant companion. Always there.
Only it doesn't work so well with the new plumbing system. I didn't get away with much...and the choices I was making could have been wayyyy worse. But it definitely put the spotlight back on the addiction...and it's wicked stronghold on my psyche.
The body is changing. It appears I've conquered my issues with food. The brain is soooo much harder to change!!! I'm trying - legitimately I am. I bought myself a coloring book and some colored pencils because I wanted something to occupy my brain when I may feel like grazing for food. And it works great - when I'm not the only responsible adult in the house. This past weekend, not the case. No time to color. No redirection of urges. And the wickedness crept in.
At least I'm aware of it, right? I mean - I'm seriously aware of it as it's happening and I do attempt to distract myself with the next thing - laundry shuffle or check on kids or whatever...but the other issue is that kids need to eat all the dang time!!! So even when attempting to distract myself, I also need to think about the next meal for them...what will it be, when should I start it, will they eat it - make it - serve it - clean it up. All while being conscience of NOT eating any myself. You can see where this becomes a little bit of an obsession.
I'm rambling. I'm here. I weigh less than I did yesterday. I'm flawed and a work-in-progress.
I'm OK with that. I call it a win.
Is the struggle over? Nope. Not in the slightest. I was home with my boys all weekend and stressed out. They were not feeling 100%. The dog was driving me absolutely insane. My oldest wants to argue with every.word.I.say. And I found myself attempting to self-soothe with food. Why? Because that's what I did pre-op. Constant companion. Always there.
Only it doesn't work so well with the new plumbing system. I didn't get away with much...and the choices I was making could have been wayyyy worse. But it definitely put the spotlight back on the addiction...and it's wicked stronghold on my psyche.
The body is changing. It appears I've conquered my issues with food. The brain is soooo much harder to change!!! I'm trying - legitimately I am. I bought myself a coloring book and some colored pencils because I wanted something to occupy my brain when I may feel like grazing for food. And it works great - when I'm not the only responsible adult in the house. This past weekend, not the case. No time to color. No redirection of urges. And the wickedness crept in.
At least I'm aware of it, right? I mean - I'm seriously aware of it as it's happening and I do attempt to distract myself with the next thing - laundry shuffle or check on kids or whatever...but the other issue is that kids need to eat all the dang time!!! So even when attempting to distract myself, I also need to think about the next meal for them...what will it be, when should I start it, will they eat it - make it - serve it - clean it up. All while being conscience of NOT eating any myself. You can see where this becomes a little bit of an obsession.
I'm rambling. I'm here. I weigh less than I did yesterday. I'm flawed and a work-in-progress.
I'm OK with that. I call it a win.
Friday, September 18, 2015
3 Month Post-Op Appointment
I had my three month post-op appointment yesterday afternoon.
I am 2 pounds or less away from graduating out of the "Morbidly Obese" catagory. Had I weighed in naked or earlier in the day, I probably would have made it out from under that label.
I've lost 40 pounds since the day of surgery...which is average, according to the surgeon. I thought I was doing amazing but I'm average. This was kind of disappointing at first but much better than hearing I was not losing enough or losing too much too fast, right? Why am I so bummed out that I am average? I also learned that my starting BMI was 47.1, Which, for my surgeons office is also the average BMI of their patients at their first appointment. So I'm 'double average'. Bummer.
But. BUT!! My BP was nice and low - 100/60. I have 5 more pair of pants I can add to the 'donate' box for church because I cannot keep them up. (in fact, I had to ask an engineer at work for a zip tie today when I got to work because my pants are so baggy, they were falling OFF) I look forward to working out. My calorie intake averages around 500-700 calories per day - which is right where I should be. I'm losing at a steady rate. I'm winning, folks. It's working, I win.
Then the Office Coordinator came in and talked to me for a few minutes while I waited for the doctor...and she gave me some tips on clothes and where she found some good clothes as she was losing (she had RNY 8 years ago). Good advice from her included try on things in stores. Even if it's scary and mortifying.
I got home and shared my appointment with the hubs - and his response was "that's pretty good considering you're not working out". Um, excuse me?? I get my ass kicked twice a week at 9 Round. Just because he doesn't see it doesn't mean it isn't happening.
So that's it. Average. And that's OK.
I am 2 pounds or less away from graduating out of the "Morbidly Obese" catagory. Had I weighed in naked or earlier in the day, I probably would have made it out from under that label.
I've lost 40 pounds since the day of surgery...which is average, according to the surgeon. I thought I was doing amazing but I'm average. This was kind of disappointing at first but much better than hearing I was not losing enough or losing too much too fast, right? Why am I so bummed out that I am average? I also learned that my starting BMI was 47.1, Which, for my surgeons office is also the average BMI of their patients at their first appointment. So I'm 'double average'. Bummer.
But. BUT!! My BP was nice and low - 100/60. I have 5 more pair of pants I can add to the 'donate' box for church because I cannot keep them up. (in fact, I had to ask an engineer at work for a zip tie today when I got to work because my pants are so baggy, they were falling OFF) I look forward to working out. My calorie intake averages around 500-700 calories per day - which is right where I should be. I'm losing at a steady rate. I'm winning, folks. It's working, I win.
Then the Office Coordinator came in and talked to me for a few minutes while I waited for the doctor...and she gave me some tips on clothes and where she found some good clothes as she was losing (she had RNY 8 years ago). Good advice from her included try on things in stores. Even if it's scary and mortifying.
I got home and shared my appointment with the hubs - and his response was "that's pretty good considering you're not working out". Um, excuse me?? I get my ass kicked twice a week at 9 Round. Just because he doesn't see it doesn't mean it isn't happening.
So that's it. Average. And that's OK.
Monday, September 14, 2015
12 Weeks Post-Op
If my RNY was a pregnancy, I'd be telling people by now. 12 whole weeks since surgery blows my mind. That seems like so very long ago...and so much has changed. Most obviously, my body. Not so much as obvious is my brain. Things are so much different today than they were June 14th.
1. I can cross my legs. Comfortably.
2. I look forward to my workout days at 9 Round and I have been building in treadmill time between those days.
3. More than half the contents of my closet no longer fits because I'm too small.
4. My rings now slide around on my fingers - remember they were so tight I couldn't get them off the day of surgery.
5. I can climb stairs with ease and not feel like I'm going to die at the top.
6. I am about three days to weighing what my drivers' license says I weigh.
7. I now weigh less than my husband!!!!
8. The people in my life who know about my surgery are making comments like "you're melting away" - and I say "I know!!! Thank you!!!!"
9. Watermelon, soup and yogurt are my BFF's.
10. 50 grams of protein is a whole lot when your stomach is so tiny.
11. I do not miss the foods I thought I'd miss.
12. One or two bites of something really can be satisfying.
13. Nothing feels worse than making a bad food choice and riding out the pain/discomfort.
14. It's OK to be proud of my own success.
15. Brain hunger is real.
16. I never would have been able to feel this success without the surgery.
17. I have no regrets about having RNY.
18. QUARK!!!
19. I have 100 pounds more to lose and I am confident I can do it. For the first time in my life.
20. I can pick up and carry my littles and realize that a few short months ago, I was carrying that amount of weight on my frame every minute of every day!!! Whoa Momma!!
I'm so thankful to be on this side of surgery. The anticipation was the absolute worst part of this entire journey. I'm so thankful that recovery went so well - without pain and complications. I don't know if I would have walked into the post-op process with such a cheery outlook had I had a bunch of post-op complications. I'm thankful I have a supportive community around me who is learning how the new me has to live. I'm thankful I'm young enough to enjoy my new body and my new lifestyle for many many more years. I'm thankful that my obesity didn't cause more problems for me than it did and I'm thankful I had the surgery done before I got any larger.
I am very much more aware of how much our society has weight issues. I know many many thin and fit people but I also know many many people who struggle. Out in crowds, I am keenly aware of bodies and who could desperately use some help. I hate that I see fat people in masses of people and I feel sorry for them. Because I know how it feels to be trapped in there completely incapable of getting yourself out. And people can act like it doesn't bother them all they want - but I know the truth. That even if you act confident, you may not be.
I wish more insurance companies would be more vocal about WLS as a way to combat obesity - it's a win-win. The patient gets their life back and the insurance company avoids paying for conditions that go hand-in-hand with obesity like diabetes, arthritis, heart disease, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, stroke, cancer...the list is endless. Had I known that WLS was a REAL option for me, I may have jumped on looking into it sooner. However, it's all in the Master Plan that I do not control - an I'm happy to say I had my RNY at age 38. I have a whole lot of time to enjoy the me I'm becoming...like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon.
1. I can cross my legs. Comfortably.
2. I look forward to my workout days at 9 Round and I have been building in treadmill time between those days.
3. More than half the contents of my closet no longer fits because I'm too small.
4. My rings now slide around on my fingers - remember they were so tight I couldn't get them off the day of surgery.
5. I can climb stairs with ease and not feel like I'm going to die at the top.
6. I am about three days to weighing what my drivers' license says I weigh.
7. I now weigh less than my husband!!!!
8. The people in my life who know about my surgery are making comments like "you're melting away" - and I say "I know!!! Thank you!!!!"
9. Watermelon, soup and yogurt are my BFF's.
10. 50 grams of protein is a whole lot when your stomach is so tiny.
11. I do not miss the foods I thought I'd miss.
12. One or two bites of something really can be satisfying.
13. Nothing feels worse than making a bad food choice and riding out the pain/discomfort.
14. It's OK to be proud of my own success.
15. Brain hunger is real.
16. I never would have been able to feel this success without the surgery.
17. I have no regrets about having RNY.
18. QUARK!!!
19. I have 100 pounds more to lose and I am confident I can do it. For the first time in my life.
20. I can pick up and carry my littles and realize that a few short months ago, I was carrying that amount of weight on my frame every minute of every day!!! Whoa Momma!!
I'm so thankful to be on this side of surgery. The anticipation was the absolute worst part of this entire journey. I'm so thankful that recovery went so well - without pain and complications. I don't know if I would have walked into the post-op process with such a cheery outlook had I had a bunch of post-op complications. I'm thankful I have a supportive community around me who is learning how the new me has to live. I'm thankful I'm young enough to enjoy my new body and my new lifestyle for many many more years. I'm thankful that my obesity didn't cause more problems for me than it did and I'm thankful I had the surgery done before I got any larger.
I am very much more aware of how much our society has weight issues. I know many many thin and fit people but I also know many many people who struggle. Out in crowds, I am keenly aware of bodies and who could desperately use some help. I hate that I see fat people in masses of people and I feel sorry for them. Because I know how it feels to be trapped in there completely incapable of getting yourself out. And people can act like it doesn't bother them all they want - but I know the truth. That even if you act confident, you may not be.
I wish more insurance companies would be more vocal about WLS as a way to combat obesity - it's a win-win. The patient gets their life back and the insurance company avoids paying for conditions that go hand-in-hand with obesity like diabetes, arthritis, heart disease, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, stroke, cancer...the list is endless. Had I known that WLS was a REAL option for me, I may have jumped on looking into it sooner. However, it's all in the Master Plan that I do not control - an I'm happy to say I had my RNY at age 38. I have a whole lot of time to enjoy the me I'm becoming...like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
11 Weeks Post-Op - Donating Clothes
I say ti every week but I honestly cannot believe it's been 11 weeks since my RNY. The time was going to pass regardless of whether I was in recovery or still being miserable in my own skin - I'm so happy to have made my choice and be on this path!!
I've lost 60 pounds since the beginning of the liquid diet and 40 pounds since the day of surgery. That's a lot of weight!! I have my 3 month post-op check up next week...can't wait to see what the surgeon and nutritionist say. The one thing I continue to struggle with is the vitamins. I need to be more conscience about them and mindful to take them. However I feel great!!
A couple really fun things happened this past week -
First, we went to Mason's preschool Open House on Tuesday night and they took a family photo of use to keep on the wall for the first few weeks of school to help with separation anxiety (of which my 4 year old will have none but I understand why they do it for the kids who haven't been in daycare forever). Guess what? I'm not the largest person in the photo!!! I actually look relatively proportionate to my husband! This has always bothered me and I'm thrilled that it's not an issue anymore!!!
Next, I pulled on a dress for church on Sunday that I haven't been able to get on. I ordered it on Zulily thinking it'd be a great summer dress, and it is, but when it came, I couldn't get it over my chest and once I did, it was so tight across my mid-section I wouldn't dare wear it in front of anyone. On Sunday, I pulled it on and it fell perfectly. No embarrassing sausage casing.
THEN, when we got home from church, I took some time and went through my closet. The church is having the annual rummage sale and taking donations. I thought I may as well donate what I can't wear anymore.
Guys - it was amazing. I had 19 pairs of pants - 3 of which still had tags on them - that I will never wear again. WAY TOO BIG. 5 skirts. 6 sweaters. I packed them up and they're ready to go. This felt so empowering!!!! I also found 6 pairs of work pants that will fit for the time being but won't probably fit much past Thanksgiving...which is also cool because I won't have to scramble to find clothes for work for a while. I wanted to scream and jump up and down as I packed up the donations. Success!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday I hopped on the treadmill and did 45 minutes of good, fast walking with various incline followed by some kettlebell and dumbbell work since I couldn't get into 9Round (closed for Labor Day). I need to do that more. I felt much better after a good sweat.
Finally - completely unrelated to weight loss but fun nevertheless - I took a chance and called in to win Taylor Swift Concert tickets to the radio show I listen to daily. They wanted 4 random facts about both of the morning hosts for fourth row tickets. I've never called in to win anything on the radio and somehow, I got thru and somehow I was the first caller and I knew enough about each of them to win. Crazy!!!! So yeah, I have fun plans this weekend with my dear friend!!
Life is good...sometimes, it's hard to remember that but really, it's so so good.
I've lost 60 pounds since the beginning of the liquid diet and 40 pounds since the day of surgery. That's a lot of weight!! I have my 3 month post-op check up next week...can't wait to see what the surgeon and nutritionist say. The one thing I continue to struggle with is the vitamins. I need to be more conscience about them and mindful to take them. However I feel great!!
A couple really fun things happened this past week -
First, we went to Mason's preschool Open House on Tuesday night and they took a family photo of use to keep on the wall for the first few weeks of school to help with separation anxiety (of which my 4 year old will have none but I understand why they do it for the kids who haven't been in daycare forever). Guess what? I'm not the largest person in the photo!!! I actually look relatively proportionate to my husband! This has always bothered me and I'm thrilled that it's not an issue anymore!!!
Next, I pulled on a dress for church on Sunday that I haven't been able to get on. I ordered it on Zulily thinking it'd be a great summer dress, and it is, but when it came, I couldn't get it over my chest and once I did, it was so tight across my mid-section I wouldn't dare wear it in front of anyone. On Sunday, I pulled it on and it fell perfectly. No embarrassing sausage casing.
THEN, when we got home from church, I took some time and went through my closet. The church is having the annual rummage sale and taking donations. I thought I may as well donate what I can't wear anymore.
Guys - it was amazing. I had 19 pairs of pants - 3 of which still had tags on them - that I will never wear again. WAY TOO BIG. 5 skirts. 6 sweaters. I packed them up and they're ready to go. This felt so empowering!!!! I also found 6 pairs of work pants that will fit for the time being but won't probably fit much past Thanksgiving...which is also cool because I won't have to scramble to find clothes for work for a while. I wanted to scream and jump up and down as I packed up the donations. Success!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday I hopped on the treadmill and did 45 minutes of good, fast walking with various incline followed by some kettlebell and dumbbell work since I couldn't get into 9Round (closed for Labor Day). I need to do that more. I felt much better after a good sweat.
Finally - completely unrelated to weight loss but fun nevertheless - I took a chance and called in to win Taylor Swift Concert tickets to the radio show I listen to daily. They wanted 4 random facts about both of the morning hosts for fourth row tickets. I've never called in to win anything on the radio and somehow, I got thru and somehow I was the first caller and I knew enough about each of them to win. Crazy!!!! So yeah, I have fun plans this weekend with my dear friend!!
Life is good...sometimes, it's hard to remember that but really, it's so so good.
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