Here it goes... I started this journey at 290. There the world knows my secret. When the scale hit 300 I knew I was not just your average "fat girl" but had to do something!
At the end of the liquid diet phase, I had dropped 12 pounds.
278
First time I weighed myself after coming home from the hospital, I was down another 6 pounds.
272
2 days later, another 4 pounds
268
I have become that person who wants to weigh herself every day. I know that's not healthy.
Our weight fluctuates so much based on hormones and water weight. But for the first time in my life I am not afraid of that scale. And that's just surreal.
I feel like I'm the star of my own Salvadore Dali painting only I'm the melting one, not the clock!
"Of course," that little negative voice that is still firmly entrenched in my head tells me, "anyone not eating real foods would have the same result. What happens when you can eat again?"
Who knows. If I am typical of must gastric bypass patients, I will continue to lose.
If I'm not then I will deal with it.
I didn't go through all of this to start gorging on French fries and ice cream... I can tell you that much!
So I will use this time to retrain my mind as well as my stomach. And hopefully these small victories will help reinforce these changes.
Today's victory... Looking for a ring to wear as I'm going out this afternoon with Heather and my normal ring Felt like it was going to fall off my finger! So I'm wearing a ring I haven't worn for 2 years because it didn't fit.
Small victories are fun!
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