I'm going to be lazy and repost what I wrote on my blog:

Two weeks ago today, I made a decision to change my life forever. I decided that I didn't want to life live in this larger body, that I wanted to do something, to make a radical change for the better. I know having surgery is just not for everyone, it is very much a personal decision that certainly is not to be taken lightly. I did SO much research on this type of surgery, the life you need to live after surgery, and all the necessary steps it takes to have surgery, that I am confident I did the right thing for me. Many people warn that you have times of "buyers remorse" when you go through a sort of mourning period about having made the choice to have surgery. I may still have that at some point, but right now, I'm not looking back at all. I truly try to live my life with no regrets. And so far, even though it has only been 2 weeks, I have nothing to regret regarding my decision to have surgery.

Having said all of that, I am not happy to report that I am in the midst of my first stall, or plateau (as some people call it.) Anything you want to call it, is fine, it all means the same thing. It means my scale is stuck. Now I have read hundreds of posts from people who experience this throughout their weight loss journey, and usually people are mad, alarmed, sad, and left to wonder why in the world when they are doing everything they can to lose weight, and their scale does NOT reward their efforts. And yes, it sucks. I'll admit how fun it is to watch the numbers on the scale go down, and when it is stuck, how frustrating it can be. I've told others "stay off the scale" which is always such good advice to give, but not so easy to follow. But sometime during this last week (yes, I've been stuck a week, as soon as I started mushies, the scale quit moving) I decided this is a journey. There is no starting line, there is no finish line, and there certainly won't be ribbons handed out to me as I inch down the scale. So even though the scale hasn't moved in 7 days, I still am climbing back up on that scale and letting it give me those numbers. This is my journey and I don't want to miss a second of it. Good, bad, up and down, the scale will not rule my world, just measure it for me, one day at a time.

Wonderful -- very very well put I'm so happy that you're feeling good and that your head is where it should be

Great post and happy to hear that your recovery continues to go so well! I also think you're taking the right attitude w/ the scale. It sometimes just doesn't know when to behave!!

I'm going to be lazy and repost what I wrote on my blog:

Two weeks ago today, I made a decision to change my life forever. I decided that I didn't want to life live in this larger body, that I wanted to do something, to make a radical change for the better. I know having surgery is just not for everyone, it is very much a personal decision that certainly is not to be taken lightly. I did SO much research on this type of surgery, the life you need to live after surgery, and all the necessary steps it takes to have surgery, that I am confident I did the right thing for me. Many people warn that you have times of "buyers remorse" when you go through a sort of mourning period about having made the choice to have surgery. I may still have that at some point, but right now, I'm not looking back at all. I truly try to live my life with no regrets. And so far, even though it has only been 2 weeks, I have nothing to regret regarding my decision to have surgery.

Having said all of that, I am not happy to report that I am in the midst of my first stall, or plateau (as some people call it.) Anything you want to call it, is fine, it all means the same thing. It means my scale is stuck. Now I have read hundreds of posts from people who experience this throughout their weight loss journey, and usually people are mad, alarmed, sad, and left to wonder why in the world when they are doing everything they can to lose weight, and their scale does NOT reward their efforts. And yes, it sucks. I'll admit how fun it is to watch the numbers on the scale go down, and when it is stuck, how frustrating it can be. I've told others "stay off the scale" which is always such good advice to give, but not so easy to follow. But sometime during this last week (yes, I've been stuck a week, as soon as I started mushies, the scale quit moving) I decided this is a journey. There is no starting line, there is no finish line, and there certainly won't be ribbons handed out to me as I inch down the scale. So even though the scale hasn't moved in 7 days, I still am climbing back up on that scale and letting it give me those numbers. This is my journey and I don't want to miss a second of it. Good, bad, up and down, the scale will not rule my world, just measure it for me, one day at a time.

Wow, you really said that quite beautifully, good for you, i have a feeling that because you quit losing after just one week, you are going to dump a good amount all at once... i was wondering when mushies started, cant wait, even if the scale gets stuck.....*HUGS* vicki