This week's numbers:
- Today's weigh-in: 241.0 lb
- Change since last week: 0.0lb
- Cumulative weight loss: 93.0 lb
- Average weekly loss: 2.45lb
I have apparently slowed to a plateau, but I don't mind, for all the reasons I gave at last week's weigh-in (i.e. given that most people post-surgery gain weight, I consider myself ahead of the game because I'm holding steady).
Plus, I have started to up my exercise efforts by little degrees. Today, for instance, I logged about 1/2 mile according to my little pedometer. This wasn't the most brisk walking I've ever done--I seem to be going through a cranky-joints phase as the weather around here keeps switching between balmy and unseasonably chilly and overcast. But the important thing is that I walked anyway, despite the stiffness and discomfort. And since I was walking the ocean-front path at Pacific Beach, it was a fun walk too! I have no doubt that, as I keep this up, my weight will continue to edge down.
And actually, while the big weight drops I experienced at the beginning of my project were kind of exciting, as faithful readers of this blog will recall I also found them kind of scary because according to my experience such weekly drops felt way abnormal, almost out of control, especially considering the moderateness of my program. It's a little more familiar, and safer-feeling to me from a health standpoint, for my body to be losing weight much more gradually.
So--hooray for contrarianism! Everyone hypnotized by the diet-industry "gurus" is entranced with huge fast weight loss; me, I'm relieved to be *not* doing that anymore!
In other news: the occasion of my church's annual rummage sale provided the perfect opportunity for me to get rid of more clothing that no longer fits me. I took a huge bagful down there today. Bye-bye, fat clothes! Not totally a burning-my-bridges-behind-me gesture, because of course one can always buy more clothes--in fact, I *am* going to have to buy more clothes, only in smaller sizes, because now the empty drawers and closet really emphasize how little I have left that fits me at my current size. But physically removing the too-large clothing from my possession is definitely another psychological milestone, a confirmation of my commitment to not go back to those size-30 camoflage-the-body-in-tents days ever again.
Heh. And the most ironic thing? I'll be shopping that church rummage sale this Saturday, for clothes that fit me now, to replace the clothes I gave to that same sale that no longer fit me. Talk about recycling! It'll especially make me smile to see my clothes turn up on the backs of other church members. I know all too well how damn difficult it is for super-size women to find decent clothing that fits well and doesn't cost a fortune, so I'm hoping every item I gave away will find new homes with women who really love them.
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