I’m Doing It Again!

Please sponsor me for the 2011 March of Dimes Walk for Babies! This year, because of the issues I’m having with my knee, I’m only doing the 2.5 mile walk as opposed to the 6.4 mile walk, but I still need sponsors!



Almost Overweight – and I Mean That in a Good Way

I’m 12 pounds from my doctor’s goal weight for me, which is 175.  12 pounds.  I’ve never been 12 pounds from a goal weight in my life.  My BMI is down to 32.1.  In 12 pounds, I’ll actually be “overweight” instead of “obese.”  This makes me so happy.

The weight is creeping off so slowly now.  I’m way past my honeymoon phase, and I really have to watch every single thing I put in my mouth, but my pouch is still working as it always has – no sugars can pass (dump city), I don’t handle fat or excess carbs well (oh the gas) and I’m really limited to about a cup to a cup and a half of food at each meal.

Lately I’ve really cut down on the snacking.  I’ve gotten much better at grabbing for something like fruit when I am having a snack attack.  I’ve increased my fluids back to the proper level, and have cut the caffeine out because it was becoming an addiction.  Thanks to my surgery, I can recognize that now.  I still love my coffee, but I have at least cut it back to exclusively decaf except for the weekends (a treat, and I have to finish up my k-cups).

I’ve lost 134 pounds from my highest weight – when I weighed in at Dr. McKenna’s office in April of 2009, I was 321 pounds.  Today I’m 187.

I’m down 117 pounds from my surgery weight of 304 in November of 2009.

I’m wearing size large shirts and 14 or 16 slacks depending on who makes them.

Life is good.  I’m living it.  I’m not dreaming about it anymore.

Battling the CARB MONSTER

So…one of the nice things about my RNY is my aversion to sweets.  Well, let me rephase that…my POUCH”s aversion to sweets.

What I’m not cured from – carbs.  I love bread…and potatos and pasta and rice…and oh my the salty.  And lately, I’ve been indulging again.  I don’t know what happens to my brain on weekends, but during the week I’m all “hey look at me eating healthy!” and on the weekends I’m all “GIVE ME PANCAKES NOWWWWW!”  Sigh.

So, I’m cutting back on the carbs again.  Sigh.  Lord help the headaches.

In other news, my body is really changing.  I’m down to a solid size 14 in pants/slacks.  And this weekend, I had to go to Old Navy to stock up on some new shirts – with grandkids and pets and me being a general clutz, my shirts casual shirts always end up stained and sad looking.  Plus, my extra larges were starting to look “stretched out.”  In reality, they weren’t stretched out…I was getting smaller.

So I got about 5 new shirts, and a cardigan.  All size large.  Yay!  W00t!  My body is changing and I’m losing inches. 

And thank goodness for body shapers.  Because I still jiggle like Jobba the Hut.

I know if I had surgery to remove the extra skin, I’d be in size 10 or 12 pants and probably a medium shirt.  But it’s surgery.  And my body says “Enough with the knives and the cutting and the pain and the recovery!  Gimme a break already!”  So jiggle I will.  As long as they make spanx. 

I need to get some new clothes before we go to Colorado in May.  My capris from last year are size 20s or size 18s and loose now.  I don’t want to moon the family.  Yay for cheapos at Old Navy!