Just now, my husband brought down some totes with cloths I hadn't wore in at least 5 years, well some of them. I know, I know , I should have culled them years ago, but it is nice blue jeans and shirts I would buy, try on at home, might could wear a time or two, or not at all and them keep because I would lose the reciept. One of the pair slide on like a glove. I was in shock when I could fasten the things shut on my waist. Oh my. I am just in kinda a shock. I knew there would be results, but two weeks post-op? 20 pounds have fallen off this body. 20 whole pounds.
Now on to the daily news, I am happier than ever that I have had the surgery, I am pleased with my healing, and of course estatic with with pounds falling off, but if anyone tells you this is easy, then they are nuts. It's a daily struggle to still keep on tract. No, I'm not eating things I should not. I am just struggling to feed my body the protein I need. I have to sometimes force something against nausea. I have changed up my routine and eating habits, but it is hard at times. Food is everywhere. Everywhere I go. I make it more than a point to park the farthest to get more walking in, and at times just avoid being in the room with someone that is eating, not because of hunger, just beause your brain just thinks if you see it, you should have it. I am this week working on getting on a hourly schedule so that in two weeks when I go back to work I will have my body on a routine. Well, that's all the news for today.
