One Year Surgiversary!
Some disjointed thoughts.
First: WHY DIDN'T I DO THIS SOONER???
Ahem, now that I got that out of the way.
I am down 85 1/2 pounds, am below my initial goal weight (155) and plan to ease lower. How low will I go? Don't know. I have stated 135 but we'll see. I'm not too worried about it. I like the way I look and feel and OMG, the way I can move and walk and run and bounce around. I just spent a couple of hours in the garden cutting down a rose bush. A year ago I would have spent a half hour at most.
This morning we went out to breakfast. Before, going out to breakfast was something I loved because I'd overeat and get all sorts of yummy fattening things and feel guilty, but stuff myself. This morning I did the same. Only this morning, overeating and stuffing myself was: two fried eggs, 1/2 a biscuit, 1/2 a piece of sausage and three bites of cheese grits.
And yeah, I felt kind of guilty. Because seriously, at home I wouldn't have eaten all that. A cup of Greek yogurt or a single egg or... you know, not so much and I would have been fine. Instead, I felt STUFFED.
Over three hours later and I still feel stuffed.
Does it sound like I'm complaining? Well, I'm not. Look at how my life has changed. I ate too much, but too much was -- measured in BITES.
So, there ya go.
And now I'd kind of like to have some Greek yogurt because it would taste good but I'm not at all hungry, so instead I'm drinking some iced tea with mint and taking a break from working in the garden.
I'm not hungry. Eventually my husband will wander in and ask if we're going to eat and then I'll deal with that.
My life isn't built around food.
This morning I tried on a dress that I wore in high school and it zipped up. Melted and poured into it? Yep, because I weighed at least 20 pounds less back then. But still. I wore this dress 40 years ago when I was a skinny, flat-chested teenaged girl.
This is what life looks like one year after VSG.
And I'm loving it.
[I'm not gaining weight. I keep lowering my goal!] [I LOVE MY SLEEVE!]
