Commencing Operation Goal Weight

Alright Body.  I know you are loving hanging on to this weight.  I also know that as I get closer to my GW (175 per the surgeon) that you are stubborn and don’t wanna let go.  I also know that it is partly Mouth and Brain’s fault because they let things slip through they shouldn’t.

So, as of yesterday, we have launched Operation Goal Weight.  Time to kick it.  I know we have to be careful with the exercise right now (hello stupid knees – looking at a 2nd knee surgery in the near future) but we sure as hell can control what goes into the pouch. 

So, it’s back to weighing and measuring.  It’s back to watching our fat grams (ahem, instead of just watching them go into the mouth).  It’s time to up the water, condense the protein, and get our ass in gear to get to that finish line.  I’m not looking for a sprint here, but I sure am looking for some forward movement.  Time to break this stall.  Time to break through.  Time to move our ass and shrink.

We’re 18 months out now.  Holy crap on a cracker when did that happen?  18 months.  And we’re bouncing around 187 to 190 like it’s our freaking job.  It’s time for a new job body.  So let’s put it in motion.  Let’s do what we know we’re supposed to do.  Limit those carbs!  Up that protein!  Get rid of that extra fat servings!  Stop that snacking!!!

We have vacation coming up Body.  And I fully expect that you don’t fall down on the job.  Yes, we’ll be unable to control about 50% of the food environment, but of the 50% we can control, let’s make sure we do it up good.  No greasey potatos at Aunt Fabby’s!  No sour cream and guac with that wonderful mexican food!  No fried chicken!  No tamales (did I just say that?).  No! NO! NO! 

Let’s do it.  We have until November 11th.  That’s right – November 11th.  Let’s shake it like a polaroid picture!!!


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!


W00T! Aw Yeah Baby! I’m at the Grown Up Table Now!

It was always my dream to own a trenchcoat.  A gorgeous, camel colored trenchcoat.  I think they are classic and sophisticated looking.  And for years, they didn’t make them in my size, and if they did, they were not flattering – it looked more like a big ass camel colored tent.

So, last fall, I decided that I was going to reward myself with one for the spring.  I ordered a lovely trenchcoat, size 14, from Chadwicks.  It came shortly and it was beautiful.  Gorgeous.  And too small last fall.  But that’s ok – it was a spring coat.

And my body has changed in six months.  I’ve lost body fat and inches, even if the pounds have been creeping off slowly. 

Besides, it’s a Spring Coat.  Meant for warmer weather.  Which we have not had.  Until this weekend.  It is supposed to be nearly 70 degrees today before I leave work, and it was nearly 50 this morning.  Now, I had tried the coat on a few times this winter, just to see….but it was always a bit tight and kind of gaping a the buttons.  No pretty.

But this morning, I crossed my fingers and thought, “What the hell?”  And I put my beautiful camel colored trenchcoat on.

And it fit!!!!

Size 14!!!  A REGULAR size 14.  Not a plus sized 14.  REGULAR.  From a shop that runs small!! (I can wear some 14s already…but my coat…my beautiful coveted coat…well, I knew it was going to run small because Chadwicks does).  And it looks great.  And I felt grown up.  Now, I know that sounds funny coming from a 38 year old woman who has 8 grandkids…but I felt like a grown up. 

You see, when you are fat, you feel like you are perpetually dining at the kids table.  A metaphore so to speak.  As if to say, I want all those pretty grown up sophisticated things, but they don’t fit, and therefore I have to settle for wearing clothes that look as if they were designed for a 70 year old woman to wear on a cruise, or items that were made by Tessie the Tent Maker.  The constant wearing of clothing from the Kid’s Table.

But today, baby, I graduated to the grown up table.

In a beautiful, gorgeous, sophisticated, glamorous, Audry Hepburn style camel colored trench coat.

And because of that, I rock.

Pictures tonight, when my hubby can take ’em!  I actually woke him up this morning before work just to tell him my coat fit.  Yay!

9 Month Surgical Follow Up

Yesterday I had my nine month (and one week) surgical follow up at Upper Chesapeake Bariatrics.  I met with the exercise specialist, my nutritionist and the behavioral therapist, and I briefly saw my surgeon who was in the office yesterday seeing new post ops.  He gave me a big hug.  Lord I love that man.

So, things I’m doing right:

  1. protein – I’m getting in at least 60g. per day even though my surgeon’s office doesn’t give me a “goal”
  2. fluids – I always hit at least 64oz of fluids per day, if not more
  3. portion control – I’m keeping my meals generally between 3/4 of a cup and 1 1/4 c depending on the density of my protein
  4. pictoral history of my weightloss – I’ve been keeping a scrap book of my journey from two days prior to my surgery, and then updating the pictures on the 10th of every month.  In the scrapbook, I’m tracking not only my pictures, but what goals I’ve accomplished on a monthly basis.  They are thrilled with this and are going to suggest it to their other patients.  Look at me, a role model!

Things I need to work on:

  1. Exercise – time to get serious about it – 1/2 hour per day of cardio and 3 days per week of strength training (upper body, rest, lower body, rest, abs).  I need to add weights to my routine to kick start my metabolism.  They believe this is why I have stalled out so long lately.  Although they are thrilled with my weight loss, they told me that I need to build my muscle mass at this point to KEEP LOSING.  In my head I knew that – the motivation, though, wasn’t there until they measured my body fat percentage – 41%.  My goal is 35%.
  2. Snacking – stop it.  I find myself grazing and even though its on good things (fruits and veggies) I need to cut it out.  3 meals per day, period.
  3. Food diaries – I am to start journaling my food – time eaten, what eaten, and how was I feeling.  I have to fax them to the behavioral therapist on a weekly basis.  The idea behind it is for me to identify what is causing me to snack, and then on top of that, to give myself accountability to maintain portion control and maybe, if I have to write down everything, I’ll realize that I’m not actually hungry.  Good points, all of them.
  4. Adding in one protein shake per day – I’d gotten away from this, but it really will up my protein after a workout.

And so, my goals for my next appointment are to:

  1. Body fat percentage under 40%
  2. weight under 200 lbs

Easy enough…right?  The thing is, I have to recognize that this ISN’T easy.  The honeymoon is over, and this is when the real work begins.

Ugh – I’ve Gotten Too Comfortable

Hello, my name is Bea, and I’m a big old slacker.

I’ve been stuck at 200 pounds for what feels like forever.  And it’s finally dawned on me as to why…I’ve gotten too comfortable.

I’ve stopped measuring my food.  I’ve started to graze again.  AND, I’ve stopped going to the gym.

So, I know what I have to do, and as of today, I’m back on track.  I’m back to logging my food (duh), and I’m getting back into my exercise program.

My honeymoon is up, and now I’ve got to work at these last 60 pounds.  Even if it kills me.

The problem is, when you become to comfortable, you get too confident.  Confidence leads to apathy.  And Apathy leads to stalls.  Its a nasty cycle.

The good news is that, I have gone down in sizes over the past month – from a 20 to a 16.  But its time to get back on track – I’d like to be at my doctor’s goal by our anniversary in October – which is 175.  My personal goal of 140, I’d like to be there by New Years.

So it’s time to get Uncomfortable.

Let’s do this.

100 Pounds Gone

I hopped on the scale this morning because I hadn’t in a while (stupid TOM).  I was pleased to see a lovely 204 this morning.

That means in 8 months and 3 days, I have lost 100 pounds from my surgery date.  I’m 5 pounds away from ONEDERLAND!  Yay!

7 Month Surgiversary

Does it mean it’s all routine when you forget your own surgiversary?

It has been seven months today, and I think I’ve finally gotten the hang of this.  What an incredible 7 months it has been, too!

Here’s an update:

Beginning weight when I entered the Bariatric Program 4/2009 – 321

Surgery Weight 11/10/2009 – 304

Current Weight 6/10/2010 – 211

I have lost a total of 110 pounds since last April – of that, I’ve lost 93 pounds since my surgery.  I have not taken my measurements today (see above – totally forgot about my surgiversary) so I’ll do it and take pics tonight.

In the past seven months I have:

Gotten off all prescription medications

Put my diabetes into remission

Lost 55 inches from my body (and counting)

Gone from size 30/32 to an XL top and size 18 bottom.  That’s 18 regular, not women’s

Flew without a seatbelt extender

Completed a 10K walk

Joined a gym

Found my collarbones  🙂  and my ribs…and hips…and waistline

Significally reduced my risk of another heart attack

Been able to get down on the floor and play with my grandkids and my pets

Eliminated my high blood pressure and high cholesterol

Became merely obese instead of morbidly obese.

I am so thankful for this second chance at life.  My RNY has given me a second chance at life, and I am so very very greatful!

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