In spite of the cells plumping up, I am losing weight! I'm not trying. But I am down 4 lbs in the past couple of weeks. 126 - haven't weighed that since about 5 months after my wedding. The nurse asked me what I was doing to lose weight (I have to weigh in every time I go) and I just had to shrug. The only thing I can figure is that I am getting more energy back and so I am moving around more and eating less?? Anyway, I feel like I am getting plenty to eat, so that isn't the problem. I don't know. But if this keeps up, I'm going to have to go clothes shopping again…(eye roll)…oh bummer!
I don't care if I have to have iron infusions once a month for the rest of my life, the bypass surgery and the results of it are SO WORTH IT! I'm living a dream. I spent my entire life gaining, losing, gaining, losing, gaining, gaining, gaining. I hated the scale with a passion. Everywhere I went, I felt like people were looking and talking behind my back. Like I didn't measure up. Like I wanted to hide. The insecurity and lack of self esteem were sometimes overwhelming. Wow, it is miraculous to not feel that way anymore (well, mostly. sometimes I go back there without thinking)! I still have depression and sadness sometimes, and worry almost constantly over the dang kids, but I don't eat it away like I used to. I can't. I feel like garbage if I do! But I don't miss it at all. I really don't.
This morning I woke up wanting to get out and at least walk. THIS IS SUCH A GOOD SIGN! So I think I'll head out for a little while. :)
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