If Only She Were Thinner

It all began with five little words...

..."if only she were thinner".  Those were the words I overheard a boy, who I had the biggest crush on at the time, say to one of my best friends when she told him how much I liked him. He started off by saying how I was "cool to be around" and "how nice and sweet I was" but ended with "if only she were thinner".  Neither of them knew I was listening from the hallway that night and to this day I haven't told them.

That was the first time I experienced the feeling of discrimination. It was at that moment, with those five little words, that I realized I was not viewed in the same category as my "thinner" friends. With my spirits crushed and my self-esteem deflated, I went home and cried myself to sleep. The next morning I started the first of MANY failed diets.

After high school, and after the birth of my son, I buried my lack of self-esteem into a series of bad relationships (and I mean BAD). I thought that if I acted a certain way or said "yes" to every favor that I would be accepted and loved. I became obsessed with doing more for others than for myself but only ended up deeper in depression (and deeper in debt). Those five little words were screaming at me every day.

In 1997, I went to see my doctor about my weight and he prescribed Phentermine and Pondomin (a.k.a. Phen-Fen). I lost 75 pounds in four months and I never felt better about myself. Those words were not echoing so loudly in my head.  My self-confidence was riding high until the FDA pulled the Pondomin from the shelves six months later. The reason the drug combination worked so well is the Phentermine sped up your metabolism and the Pondomin tricked your brain into thinking you weren't hungry.   The weight came off so fast and I was so caught up in it that I didn't teach myself how to eat properly. I didn't get the chance to ease off the medication before it was abruptly seized and over the course of four years, I gained it all back plus an additional 40 pounds. I have carried that weight ever since.

I was a sophomore in high school and at least 50 pounds overweight when I first overheard those five little words. Flash forward to more than 20 years later (and more than 100 pounds overweight), those words still haunt me.  I hear them every time I walk into a board room, get on a plane, or get on a ride at Disneyland. I felt them when I was trying on my wedding dress, when the arm rest of the stadium seat was digging into my thigh leaving a bruise, and I see them every time I look into a mirror..."If only she were thinner..."

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It is time to focus on myself so on Thursday, February 24, I will finally embark upon a life-altering journey of weight loss.  I need to rid myself of those five little words that taunt my every move and with the help of a Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy, I pray that my self-esteem will be exonerated and I can be free from their bond.

I wanted to share this journey through a blog because most of my friends and family have no idea just how much I am falling apart on the inside.  Some people view weight loss surgery as a short cut or the easy way out but I know that this will ultimately save my life...in more ways than one.

I hope you'll come along for the ride.

What is a Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy?

Preparing for Surgery

They call me..."Butthead"... 

I was 12 when I had surgery for the first time. It was July 4 and I was spending the holiday celebrating at my dad's house. Despite the fact that we lived in the Pacific Northwest, it had been a very dry summer.

My dad was having a party that day so the house was full of people, inside and out. Air conditioning is not something people living in Western Washington typically have so every door and window was open to keep the air flowing through the house. Running around barefoot, all the kids were running in and out of those doors all day long and more particularly the sliding glass door in the middle of the house leading to the main party area outside. I was quite good at running up those three little steps and leaping into the house before making a quick dash down the hallway.

The 4th of July was one of my dad's favorite holidays and he would spend hundreds of dollars on fireworks. He loved putting on a good show and would carefully plan the "firework launch sequence". The kids always got to light the Bottle Rockets, Firecrackers, Flowers, Bumble Bees, Smoke Bombs, and of course, every little girls favorite, Sparklers.

As guests were preparing for the "big show", my brother and I were busy firing off Bottle Rockets. My dad's house was in the middle of 19-acres of what used to be strawberry fields and with the unusually dry summer, our rockets were starting small fires in the fields. Being prepared, we had our water hose but the hose would only reach so far. My brother and his friends would run out the field and stomp out any little fire that had been sparked. I wanted to do this also but I did not have my shoes on. Knowing that the big fireworks were about to start I figured I should get them on just in case they needed me to help stomp them out (I was such a tomboy).

Now...that sliding glass door I had been running in and out of had been wide open ALL day long so as I was running full speed ahead it didn't occur to me to stop and check to make sure it was actually open. I hit that first step with my right foot and took one giant leap "into the house" thinking I was going to land on my left. You can imagine my surprise when I was "slowed down" by that glass door that someone had closed. I actually made it into the house but was on my knees staring at the back of the couch. The only thing I was thinking was "Oh crap. I am going to get in SO much trouble". That was all I could think of until I overheard my grandpa say, "She’s bleeding". At that point, I looked down and saw this puddle of blood that was growing larger and larger and I had no idea where it was spewing.

After I was pulled out of the window (I was about half way in the house as my left leg was stuck in the glass that was left in the frame), I was placed in a lawn chair and my step-mom was holding a towel over my forehead. I still had no idea just how badly I was cut but figured it could not have been that bad because I did not feel any pain. I was more concerned about how much trouble I was going to get in for breaking the window.

I arrived at the hospital and watched as doctors came in and out of my room. They would come in and look at my head, talk amongst themselves, and leave. The next thing I knew a doctor came in, introduced himself to me, and told me that I had to have an operation. They told me that I had a big cut on my head that needed to be closed but it was too big for stitches. They needed to take skin from another part of my body to "patch" up the hole. Well, I tell you what...I was not about to have an operation. No way, no how, not me. Needless to say...I didn't win that battle and I ended up having a skin graft that night.

Now...the skin on your forehead is a little different from the skin on your leg or your arm so they took two patches of skin from my left cheek and I am not talking about the cheek on my face. They told me that they wanted to take it from a place that would not be visible when I wore a bathing suit. They said that the grafted skin was only temporary until my new skin grew in below it. Whatever! No matter how many times they explained, it did not stop my beloved brother from calling me...."Butthead".

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I have had several surgeries since that first one in 1986 including a c-section, oral surgery to remove my wisdom teeth, exploratory surgery, hysterectomy, gall bladder removal, and knee surgery. Needless to say, I am no stranger to surgery and am not nervous about this procedure I am having on the 24th. What I do not like is - the anesthesia. I do not react well when coming out from it. I always wake up a little paranoid and feel like I am having an out of body experience. Kind of like when my friend had a bad acid trip in high school...

Anyway - I had to go through several labs before I could get medical clearance (abdominal ultrasound, chest x-ray, upper GI, echocardiogram, treadmill stress test, and tons of blood work). I also had to submit an Advanced Directive and Durable Power of Attorney, a standard procedure in case something happens and I cannot make my own medical decision. After I completed those documents, I decided I should update my will since I had not updated it since I had my hysterectomy in 2002. I was married now so I figured I should include my husband in it.

Before I started designating my belongings, I asked my son if there was anything I had that he would like to have. At first, he said no. After I told him that he was already getting my car he started listing all kinds of things, which turned out to be very sentimental. In addition to my laptop, cell phone, iPad, iPod, etc., his list included the Christmas decorations (we have been decorating the house together since he was old enough to place an ornament on the tree), all my cookbooks, my rings so he could wear them around his neck, all of the family pictures, the cat, and a recording of my voice so he could play it every day [insert weepy eyes and a sniff, sniff here]. I love that kid.

So as I have been preparing for surgery, I not only did a little emotional housekeeping, I learned a little more about the character of my son.

Hospital Forms Crack Me Up

During my lunch break today, I decided to read the hospital forms I had to sign for my upcoming surgery (since I did not read them before I signed them last week) and I have to giggle at what they say, as they are actually quite funny.

The PreOperative Instructions form tells you not to bring valuables or money with you, including your purse or I.D. (keep this in mind as I'll get back to this one in a minute).

Under the heading "ON THE DAY OF SURGERY" one of the instructions is to wear comfortable clothing but just below that under the heading "ONCE YOU ARRIVE ON THE DAY OF SURGERY", it says "Upon arrival, you will be asked to remove all of your clothing and put on a hospital gown and robe". So...what the heck does it matter what I wear or how comfortable it is since I am going to be removing my clothes anyway? If I want to be truly comfortable, do I have to wear a bra?

If you are an outpatient, the form says, "Prior to discharge you will be fully awake and comfortable". Well, it is good to know that those patients will be awake when leaving...

The hospital provides you with an uuber antiseptic soap to use for several days prior to surgery to reduce the number of bacteria on the skin...apparently their antiseptic they use when prepping you for surgery isn't strong enough?

The PreOperative Skin Preparation instruction form for the special soap says, "Wash with the antiseptic soap from the neck down". This is highlighted in yellow and is the only thing on the entire page that is highlighted. It is also noted that you are to "avoid contact with your eyes, ears, and mouth". Guess that highlighted note about washing from the neck down was not clear enough...

The Surgical Patient Safety Orientation form is the one that cracks me up the most. It is two pages of bulleted items and it starts with Patient Identification. It says that your name and date of birth will be confirmed each time you sign any consent/paperwork, receive medication, or when a procedure or treatment is performed. Remember that instruction from the PreOperative Instructions form about leaving your I.D. at home? Well...how do they know who I really am if I follow that instruction? I could be anyone.

The next bulleted item is Medication Safety. They want you to tell the doctor and nurses about all the drugs you are currently taking. Pretty typical BUT it follows up with "allergies will be checked upon admission and prior to each dose". So...I do not know about you but I think I would know if I was allergic to my current medication in which I was taking before I was admitted. It ends with "upon discharge, you will be provided a list of current medication and instructions on them"...because apparently I did not know what I was taking or how to use them before I arrived.

For Fall Prevention, they tell you "your risk of having a fall will be assessed when you are admitted. If it is determined that you have a high risk of falling, protective precautions will be taken to reduce your fall risk". So...what the heck is "protective precautions" and exactly who are they protecting?

The fourth bullet is Surgical Care Improvement. Now...I don't like this one right off the bat because the word "improvement" implies that there has been a failure in this area thus the need for an improvement. It goes on to read, "Before surgery, the surgeon will mark with his/her initials the site on your body to be operated on. Site marking happens when you are awake. Make sure they mark only the correct site." Really? I am having several holes poked in my abdomen. What if I do not agree with their "suggested" marking is placed? Am I supposed to say, "No, doctor, I don't think you want to put that mark in THAT spot. Don't you think it should be about an inch higher?"

The Surgical Care Improvement paragraph continues with "the team will also do a "time out" just before surgery when you are asleep. This is done to confirm your identification (again, how do they know who I really am?) and that we are performing the correct surgery on the correct body part". Gosh, I really hope they do not mistake my stomach for something else on my body...

Tick Tock Doc

One more day!

In preparation for surgery, I have been on a full-liquid diet for the past two weeks. The doctor requires this so that the stomach is as small as possible and your liver can shrink up a bit so it isn't in the way during surgery (yep, kind of important not to mistake that for anything else or cut into it...).  Had I known that my last full meal was going to be on Wednesday, February 9, I would have eaten something more exciting than a four-piece Chicken McNugget mini-meal from McDonald's.

Since being on full-liquids, my diet has consisted of: protein shakes; sugar-free pudding, jello and popsicles; chicken broth; and tons of water. The first four days were the worst. The late afternoon calling of my dear friend chocolate was hard to resist but I did.  It got easier after four days and I am proud to say that I have lost 12 pounds so far.

To prepare for the actual procedure tomorrow, I have to drink nothing but clear liquid all day long today. My instructions are to drink 1 gallon of total fluids and to top it off (if you don't mind a little T.M.I.) I had to drink three tablespoons of Phillips Milk of Magnesia at 7am. Needless to say, I have become very close friends with the restroom.

I met with my nutritionist last week and she gave me this "sample menu" (if you can even call it a menu) to follow for today:

Breakfast

• 1 Cup Chicken Broth
• 1/2 C Sugar-Free Lime Jello
• 1 Cup Crystal Light (no red color)
• 1 Cup Water

Snack 1

• 2 Cups of Water

Lunch

• 1 Cup Vegetable Broth
• 1 Sugar-Free Popsicle (no red color)
• 1 Cup Crystal Light Lemonade
• 1 Cup Herbal Ice Tea

Snack 2

• 2 Cups of Water

Dinner

• 1 Cup Beef Broth
• 1/2 C Sugar-Free Orange Jello
• 1 Cup Crystal Light Peach
• 1 Cup Herbal Ice Tea

Snack 3

• 2 Cups of Flavored Water (isn't the same as Crystal Light?)


OK, admit it! You are all very jealous of my snacks. It's OK, we're friends.

Believe me, I am not really complaining. I know that all of this is done for a reason. The next few weeks are going to be interesting but I am SOOOO looking forward to a new beginning (...and silencing those five little words...).

Final Cravings

Puff Pastry? What the heck!?!

I have about 3.5 hours before I have to leave for the hospital and I am not allowed to eat or drink anything today. I can't even chew a piece of gum. I'm cool with that though. It's only a few more hours and then I won't care.

Since I cannot eat or drink ANY thing, I am having some really strange cravings. For whatever reason I am craving puff pastry stuffed with chicken, cheese and broccoli. I don't think I have had this before but it sounds amazing right now.

One of the benefits of having this particular surgery (vertical sleeve gastrectomy) is the hormone that stimulates hunger (Ghrelin) that is produced in your stomach is essentially removed when the majority of your stomach is removed. This means that most people who have this surgery don't get hungry. Of course there will always be "head hunger" so it will be interesting to see what the difference is after surgery.

The size of my new stomach (a.k.a. sleeve) will only be able to hold about 1/4 cup of anything for the first few weeks and will eventually allow 1 cup. Knowing this, I will be able to make better choices about what I eat because I know I will have to be very particular about what goes in my mouth so I can be sure to get all the proper nutrition. Gone will be the days of finishing off an over-filled plate of food only to be hungry an hour or two later.

Watch this video from ABC News to learn more about the surgery...if you are interested in knowing. It is kind of graphic.

While I type this, I am watching the Nate Berkus show and of all things...they are cooking right now...WTF? Isn't a home interior design show?...Arrgh. But hey, at least they aren't making puff pastry stuffed with chicken, cheese and broccoli.

Movin' and Groovin'

Post-Op Day Five

My surgery was on Thursday, February 24. I arrived at the hospital at 2pm, was in surgery at 3pm, in recovery at 5pm, was in my room by 6:30pm, and the nurses had me up and walking by 10pm.  I was on a morphine pump so the pain was tolerable.

I tried to sleep but it is darn near impossible to actually get sleep while in the hospital. Nurses are in your room every hour taking vitals or giving you medication. One of the sensors I had taped to me kept coming unplugged and one time the nurses thought I had flat-lined but instead of rushing into my room, they called me to see if I was OK. The nurse said, "We got a flat-line reading out here and wanted to make sure you were OK". So glad they cared enough to...call...

Another hard part about my hospital stay was the poor 93 year old woman across the hall from me. She suffers from Dementia and had no idea where she was and didn't know she had surgery. All night long I kept hearing her yell "Hello! I need help". Although annoying, I felt really bad for her. It was so sad.

Between the nurses and my neighbor, I slept in 10 minute increments that night and gave up trying to sleep around 7am.

I couldn't have anything to drink until after I had a "leak check" to make sure my remaining stomach didn't have a leak anywhere and after not having anything to drink since 7am the previous day my mouth (and throat) was extremely dry. They took me downstairs around 10:30am for the barium swallow. Now...a barium swallow after this type of surgery is TOTALLY different than one you have while doing a normal Upper GI (which is typically chalky tasting). This toxic tasting crap made me think I was drinking a mixture of the world's worst cough syrup, really bad vodka, and a hint of flat Sprite and it was blue. Praise Jesus I only had to take two swallows. 

I passed the leak test and was finally able to drink some water. Lunch time came and after I had four spoonfuls of the mystery flavored broth, one tiny spoonful of what I assumed was Jell-O, and a sip of juice I was full. I thought for sure it was because I was tired and still thinking about that barium beverage I had earlier but when dinner came it was the same thing.

I was finally released at 10:30pm and was home by 11pm. The Hubs got me settled in at home with my 17 year old son "supervising" me while he went to go pick up my pain medication from the 24-hour pharmacy halfway across town. I tried to lie in our bed but I ended up on the L-shaped couch because it was easier to sleep against.

The next three days were spent relaxing, walking around the house, and just trying to get my head back on right after being under anesthesia. Today is the first day my head feels totally clear and I didn't need a nap.

I am thankful to have had this surgery and can't wait to get on with the recovery. I have broken down the negatives and positives of the past five days below.

The Negatives

After having four previous abdominal surgeries, I had mentally prepared myself for the healing process of this surgery. What I didn't (and really couldn't) prepare for was the JP drain I would go home with. I hadn't had one in the past, so I wasn't prepared to deal with this new "appendage".

If you do not know what a JP drain is, it is a surgical drainage device used to pull excess blood and fluid from the body by constant suction. Using a JP drain after surgery may help you heal faster and decrease your risk of getting an infection, so I am not completely against having it. It just limits a few things I want to do...like go back to work when I wanted or sleep on my stomach (which is comforting for me after abdominal surgery).

I am also having an allergic reaction to one of the medications I was given in the hospital (not sure which one since they gave me multiple at the same time) as well as the paper tape used to keep my bandages in place, both causing an itchy rash.  Doesn't make relaxing or sleeping any easier when you feel itchy.

One side affect to having any type of abdominal surgery is it slows down your digestive system as well as your "plumbing". I won't go into the painful details of this but I will say that after four days of struggling, things are finally movin' and groovin' again.

The last negative I have really isn't mine. It's the Hubs. With all this time I have on my hands right now and since I am stuck at home, I have been watching a lot of QVC and HSN. Hey, I only ordered one thing today...

The Positives

One of the benefits of having the Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy is you have a large portion (about 85%) of your stomach physically removed from your body, unlike Gastric Bypass or the LapBand where the stomach stays in your body. With having this portion removed, the hormone Ghrelin is removed as well. Ghrelin is the hunger stimulating hormone that tells your body you are hungry. This is a positive thing because of the obvious reason BUT you have to tell yourself to eat and drink so you don't get dehydrated and sick. You also want to make sure you get your protein in first before anything (which in the liquid stage means you drink a lot of protein shakes). I have lost eight pounds since Saturday (four of which were from the IV fluids pumped into me at the hospital).

I received three beautiful flower arrangements from well wishers. One from my parents, one from my office, and one from a group of my really close co-workers spread across the company (Edmonton, Ottawa, Seattle, Tampa, and Hawaii).

The Hubs and my son have been doing their best to take care of me. I am not one to sit around and let people wait on me but they are quick to respond if I do ask for something. They each cooked dinner for eachother and last night I ordered them pizza.

Now, even though my body doesn't think it is hungry, my nose still works and last night it told my brain that it wanted that pizza really bad. My brain suggested it to my stomach but the thought was rejected. Not only because I can't eat solid food right now but because my stomach said "ummm, you aren't hungry". This will be interesting once I graduate to real food. I will have to re-train myself how to eat and to make sure I eat the proper nutrients in the right order (protein, veggies, then carbs).

As soon as I get this darn drain out, I'll be able to get movin' and groovin' on the Wii and with Spring on its way in I'll be peddlin' away on my pink beach cruiser as well.

The last positive I have right now is...with all this time I have on my hands, I can watch as much QVC and HSN as I want and the new craft item I ordered today will be delivered next week...

Goodbye...

...25 pounds! I don't miss you at all.

I don't remember the last time I have been this excited about stepping on the scale. I am the one who usually argues with the nurse at the doctors office about getting weighed. I would say "Really? You need my weight again? Dang, you just weighed me a year ago".

When I started this weight-loss journey, we bought a new scale. The one we had was about 15 years old, had about an inch of dust on it, and wasn't very accurate. I had purchased that one when I went on Fen-Phen. We upgraded to a nice digital scale that tracks up to four people's weight. You program it when you first purchase it with each person's age, height, and your starting weight. It tells you what your body fat percentage is and how much you have lost (or in my son's case, gained) since you last weighed yourself.  It is also spot on accurate with my doctors office. Not bad for a $40 scale from Wal-Mart.

I do have to confess that I have become a bit obsessive with this scale. I need to stop stepping on it every hour to see if the number has changed (like maybe the scale was lying and snickering behind my back). 

In addition to the 25 pounds I have lost, I also said "goodbye" to a few other things this past month; some harder to give up than others:

• Bread (only hard when I smell it fresh baked or the Hubs is making toast)
• Chocolate (except for sugar-free Jell-O pudding)
• Candy (not hard at all)
• Beef (at least for one year)
• Coffee (gasp! but this is only temporary)
• ALL carbonated beverages (they expand the stomach)
• Pasta (haven't cried over it yet)
• Ice cream (can live without it)

Surprisingly, making these changes hasn't been nearly as difficult as I thought. I figured I would be curled up in the corner with my whoobie sobbing because I missed them so much but that hasn't been the case. This is how I know that I was (and am) mentally prepared for this adventure.

So, what do I get to eat to replace all of these things? Until I move to more solid foods, I can eat:

• Non-fat Greek Yogurt
• Low-fat Cottage Cheese
• Oatmeal
• Scrambled Eggs with a sprinkle of Mozzarella Cheese)
• Light Babybel Cheese chunks
• Mashed Potatoes
• Protein Shakes (Optimum Nutrition has the BEST flavors)
• Sugar-Free Jell-O Pudding (never knew it was so darn good)

I can only eat about 1/2 a cup of food at a time and it can take me up to an hour to eat it depending on how thick it is. If I eat to fast, my stomach gets crampy and I get the hiccups. I try to get in 90 grams of protein per day and try to keep my caloric intake around 900 but it can be difficult to get that many calories in right now.

As I write this, it amazes me that I actually just said it is difficult to get in 900 calories a day right now. Considering we used to eat at fast food restuarants quite often, my favorite meal at Jack-in-the-Box totaled 1,880 calories with 109 grams of fat (and that was just for ONE meal for the day). So, what was in that meal? It was a grilled sourdough jack, medium fry, medium coke, and a big cheeseburger. Sometimes, I wouldn't eat the big cheeseburger but I was still consuming 1,240 calories and 71 grams of fat in one sitting. That is crazy to me now. Funny how I couldn't have grasped this concept earlier...

...Goodbye to bad eating habits and bad decisions. Hello to a new life and new way of thinking.

Goals: What are yours?

We had a finance seminar at work last week and one of the topics was goals. The course instructor said that goals are more achievable if you write them down. She said "Write your way to success." She made it clear that we were not to list dreams because dreams, afterall, are not goals.

This exercise got me to thinking about my weight loss goals. I started to make a mental list of things/activities that I haven't allowed myself to do because either my my weight was holding me back or I was just too embarrased to do them.

I took the instructors advice of writing down my goals...so, the goals that I want to accomplish as I go through and complete this weightloss journey are:

• Wear a bathing suit without a cover up, a tank top, shorts (NOT capris), and a shirt that needs to be tucked in - IN PUBLIC (not at the same time of course).
• Spend the entire day at the beach (playing, not hiding under a towel).
• Go dancing with the Hubs.
• Go on a cruise (could be where I wear my bathing suit in public).
• Wear high heals.
• Be more social with my neighbors.
• Stop hiding behind people in pictures.
• Take more pictures of myself.
• Spend more time outside with the family.
• Purchase sexy lingerie and actually wear it.
• Take the dog for a walk during daylight hours.

That is just the start of my list. I know that as I go through this transformation (both physically and mentally), I will achieve all of these goals. When your self-confidence and self-esteem are low, a list like this seems impossible, but, as each pound drops on the scale my confidence and self-esteem grow.

Help! My pants are falling...

...and I can't hold them up!

I knew that I would be losing weight but I didn't think my pants were going to start sagging so quickly. By all means, I am not complaining. I just wasn't prepared to modify my wardrobe (including undergarments) this fast.

Since I was faced with this little dilemma, I decided to go through my closet and get rid of everything that was too big and that I never wanted to see again. I had done this a week after surgery and thought I had purged everything but apparently there were still some stragglers left behind.

I also decided to dig a little deeper into the closet to dust off the clothes hidden in the back of it. You know those clothes, the ones that you kept because "one day you'll fit into them again". I pulled out my favorite pair of Levi's jeans and a pair of cargo pants that I haven't been able to fit into since early spring 2007 just to see if I was getting closer to fitting into them. I was a little apprehensive to even try for fear of being rejected by the pants.

I decided to try the cargo pants on first. My work pants are sagging the most and if the cargo pants fit I could wear them to work. I got both feet in and slowly pulled them up all the way AND zipped them without struggle. I thought I was going to wet my pants from excitement. The only thing I couldn't do was button them but that was because the buttons had broken off back in 2007 before I put them in the "back of the closet". I am planning on going to the fabric store this weekend to buy new buttons.

I picked up the Levi's and looked them straight in the rear. I was determined to fit into them. With a little effort in getting them buttoned and zipped, they fit too. I was on a "clothing" high! I wondered what else might fit so I did a little more digging and dusting. Even though there wasn't much else that fit just yet, I didn't get discouraged at all. I was actually able to gage how long it might take until I could wear them again. When all the clothes had been tried on (or attempted to try on), I did a little math and at the rate I am losing I figure I have until the end of June before I am going to have to start buying new clothes. I better start saving!

Now...undergarments on the other hand - I need to purchase much sooner. There isn't anything comfortable about wearing "unmentionables" that are too big.

A Loss & A Gain

I went to my second post-op visit with my surgeon today. I was a bit worried because I have only lost seven pounds in the last three weeks and all of that came off in the past week and a half. Everyone hits a stall around the 2nd or 3rd week after surgery as your body adjusts. It was a good time for me to examine my diet and make some minor changes (like decreasing my carbs to less than 25 grams a day and increasing my water intake to 72-94 ounces a day). After I did that, the seven pounds just fell off bringing my total loss to date to 34.2 pounds.

Every appointment at my surgeons office starts with a visit to the scale room. Yes, a whole room just for the scale. The scale they have is amazing. It not only tells you the obvious (your weight), but also tells you how much body fat, excess fluid, and muscle you have.

As I sat in the room waiting for my doctor to come in I couldn't help but think she would be disappointed in my seven pound loss. When she came in, she had a big smile on her face and told me how great I was doing. I figured this was a standard statement for all patients so I gave her a half smile. She sat down and said "I know you are only seeing a seven pound loss on your scale at home what you cannot see is the fact that in the last three weeks you have actually lost 16 pounds of body fat and gained 9 pounds of muscle". She was still smiling and said I was doing awesome!

I left the office (wearing my favorite pair of Levi's from 2007 that I spoke about in my last blog) feeling like I was floating on a cloud. Here I had stressed about the scale not moving as quickly as I had wanted all the while my body was ridding itself of fat and bulking up my muscle. I'll never be mad at my scale again...well...at least not for a while.

Speaking of my scale...

Starting Sunday afternoon, I will be traveling for a majority of the month for work and am a bit worried because...of all things...I won't have my trusty scale with me. I know this may sound silly to many of you but the scale has become my friend and I look forward to spending time with it every morning (even if it doesn't always tell me what I want to hear). I will have to wait a whole two weeks before I will see my friend again....sniff...