In case you don’t remember, last month my home-from-the-hospital anniversary ended up being rather emotional.
My progress was stalling.
My body felt off.
The old, familiar feelings of “WHY, WHY, WHY…isn’t this working?” were swirling.
Thankfully, I recognized and honored those feelings and decided to share them with my seriously amazing nutritionist. Through a chain of emails we pinpointed the suspected culprit in my diet and eliminated it immediately. Ten days after discontinuing the preservative-laden lunch meat my body felt like it was getting back to normal–yep, a protein…a legal, nutritionist-approved protein–knocked my body out of whack and ground my progress to a halt.
I didn’t assume I was in a natural stall.
I listened to my body.
I did NOT listen to people who were telling me I should just ‘be happy’ with my progress so far or that I was being too hard on myself. They haven’t lived in this body so there’s no way they could know but I couldn’t help but wonder maybe they were right.
Instead, I asked for help with confidence I was right something was wrong.
I found solutions. Simple, simple, simple solutions to get me back on track.
I’ve been trying to lose weight for over a decade and have experienced a similar scenario more times than I can count but I have never had the level of professional support I have now and for me that is what is making all the difference.
Yes, having a vertical sleeve gastrectomy helped. A lot.
Without the custom attention of my brilliant nutritionist, I wouldn’t be where I am now.
I like it here.
I like the success I’m having.
I really like how almost predictable it is. It’s only almost predictable because let’s face it…autoimmune disease is a roller coaster of crazy body blowouts…but I have been able to wrangle my body back into submission faster than ever.
I like having confidence in myself and my body.
I have never experienced any of this on previous attempts.
This…weight loss surgery…was the right tool for ME.
After last month’s experience, I also learned something new. Despite my attempts at non-nonchalance, the remembrance of the day I came home from the hospital does matter to me.
It is a natural benchmark. But, there is no requirement for me to have any emotional investment whatsoever. I certainly do not need to be freaking myself out with goals, celebrations, photos, or anything else.
After last month, I decided I didn’t want to do that to myself again. So, I didn’t.
This month instead of piling a heap of expectations on the day I barely let it register including moving my three month check up from the day before ‘the day’ to the week after.
You know as well as I do had I driven to Las Vegas the day before my body would have swelled up like a toad. It always does. Bodies with chronic venous insufficiency do not like to be captive in a car. I would have stepped on the scale the next morning feeling defeated.
Seriously, who needs to ‘celebrate’ what has become a very positive step in recapturing my health with feeling betrayed by one’s own body?
Not this girl.
Not any more dammit!!!
Instead I realized I am super close to some milestones and so I tightened up my eating and made sure I was really holding myself to the line and I lost the most last week. 3.2 pounds, since lunch meat decided to go rogue in my guts.
Let me just tell you…
THAT FEELS BETTER!!!!
Not just because 3.2 pounds is nearly SEVEN TIMES what my non-wls surgery good weeks looked like but because I focused on what I could do.
Such a simple, subtle change.
I am now exactly one pound from losing 45 pounds since coming home from the hospital.
I have never, not even when I was lifting over 100 pounds in the gym, have I lose 45 pounds in a single year. Probably not even in two years.
Then I’m exactly 8.6 pounds away from achieving my lowest known adult weight.
In between, there’s the 50 pound milestone.
It’s not just the poundage.
I’m down 3.4-percent body fat too.
For most people, you need to lose 7-12 pounds of body weight to lose 1-percent body fat. What that means is I am losing mostly fat and retaining my metabolically active tissue aka muscle. What that means is even though some people might call weight loss surgery the ‘easy way out,’ I am managing to keep my body’s metabolism from being destroyed by rapid weight loss (Have you seen the Biggest Loser studies?)
And, I sashayed into Old Navy on Friday and could zip every single pair of size 18 jeans I pulled even though while in the act of pulling them I was steeling myself for disappointment.
No more ‘big girl’ clothes!!!!!
I did take a peek at my measurements a few days ago but stopped when I saw I had lost over an inch from my waist since my last check three weeks ago. I was trying to surprise myself…and I did…but now I want to wait until the day before my check-in for the full surprise.
I owe myself that much.
Do you know how crazy cool that feels to know and accept it too?