I know you’re probably thinking I’m talking about my age. I turned 52 this year. I’m talking about pounds lost, baby, yeah! As I type this, I am at 48 pounds lost since mid July when I had gastric sleeve surgery. Another milestone is that I broke into the 150s on my weight. I still have a ways to go since I am only 5’1”…used to be 5’2”, but maybe all that weight weighing down on my legs shrunk me. At any rate, I am making great progress that is sustainable in order to reach my goal of 44 more pounds. I’m just over halfway there!
I track my eating on an app called Lose It! (No, they aren’t paying me to plug their tracker, but I have found it to be the best one for me to use.) If you want to know how I’m feeling, I’ll tell you I feel NORMAL. For the first time in several years, I feel like I am actually in my own body, not a padded suit with no ventilation. Remember little brother Randy on A Christmas Story? That day his mom was preparing him for school by putting him in a snowsuit and wrapping a 12 foot scarf around his neck and head, and she had to unwrap his mouth so she could hear him say, “I can’t put down my arms!” That’s how I felt before the surgery.
As I said before, when I look in the mirror, I again recognize the person looking back at me. I am comfortable in my own skin again and even though it is a lot more wrinkled than it used to be, I am not concerned or discouraged. If you have spent a significant amount of years on this earth, you would understand when I say that often, when you “fix” one thing and turn its volume down, it makes way for another issue to be the squeaky wheel. Maybe I will talk about what that is for me another time…maybe not. For now, I will try to take the “W” and do a victory lap around my office.