First, the numbers:
- Today's weight: 243.5 lb
- Change since last weigh-in: 5.5 lb
- Cumulative weight loss: 90.5 lb
Hmmm ... another sizeable drop, even though I swear I wasn't undereating or otherwise doing anything screwy. In fact, there was one night I went out to a bar, and basically inhaled an entire cup of rather oily (but yummy!) fried spiced mixed nuts along with a big glass of red wine, thereby intaking enough fat for an entire week in about ten minutes. Nor do I think the drop can be attributed to physical activity. True, I am gradually getting more active as my convalescence proceeds, but I wouldn't call it tons of exercise--in fact, I'm still not yet cleared for strenuous exercise, that won't be until next week.
But looking back over my records, I see that this has come up over and over again, where I'll have a big weight drop one week, and then either a small drop or none at all the following week, even though I've done nothing much different either week. So I'm beginning to conclude that this is just a rhythm my bod has with regard to this weight loss thing. In any case, inasmuch as I'm satisfied that I'm getting enough food and eating a balanced diet, I'm going to quit worrying about it and just observe the phenomenon.
There's no denying that it does feel good to know I've now lost over 90 pounds. I can't remember when I last weighed so little--I want to say it was at least a good fifteen years ago or more. I can majorly see the changes in my body, and in the way my clothes fit--or fail to fit! Yes, the first bunch of stuff I bought to replace my original clothes that I'd shrunk out of, are now also falling off me. And I'm currently wearing a shirt I'd owned for years but had become way too tight to wear in public--it now fits perfectly, and is in fact a tiny bit loose. Cool!
As I implied above, next Monday will be the last day of the six-week post-op restrictions on my activities. I'll be cleared to take tub baths, swim in chlorinated pools, do exercise more strenuous than walking, and lift objects heavier than ten pounds. Oh yeah--and I'll be able to stop wearing this goddamned elastic abdominal support binder I'd been sentenced to wear non-stop since the operation. God, what an annoying gizmo this binder is! Like wearing an old-school girdle--it's taken me weeks to figure out how to wear it without it chafing or binding or otherwise driving me crazy. Finally, I took to wearing it inside out and backwards, so that the velcro is facing outward and can't chafe my skin, and the closing flaps are no longer over my belly where they can cut into me. Man! I'd have a little binder-incineration party to celebrate my freedom from this bondage, except that the rubber and synthetics in these beasties would probably stink to high heaven.
Generally, I'm feeling pretty darned good, but I'm still not back to 100% operating capacity. The main thing I'm noticing at this point is that my energy level is not what it was pre-op, and can give out on me without much warning. For instance, on Sunday I had a very full day with church in the morning, then lunch with friends, then rehearsal with the women's chorus I've recently joined. I was fine through all of it, but when I got home I was staggering tired, and all the next day I spent either napping or not doing much of anything. However, I have finally started sleeping through the entire night again (my sleep patterns had been majorly goofed up post-op), and when I awoke this morning I was all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready to go.
Still, that's a marked improvement over just a few weeks ago, when I wasn't going nowhere nohow, and I have every reason to believe I shall keep on improving. So--once again: onward and outward! (Man, at least you can't say this has been a dull journey!)
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