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Three month surgiversary: The fast and the slow
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I admit I've been in kind of a terrible mood lately. Mostly it's my divorce kicking my ass. I'll be in a decent mood, envisioning how I am going to restart my life on the terrible scorched earth coordinates wherein nothing intersects with nowhere; and then the ex will call.
Lately? The ex wants to instruct me and give his impeccable expertise on the pursuit of happiness. For example: you
need to learn to be satisfied with the little things, like the sunshine and the trees and the flowers, he'll say.
I could tell you why that infuriates me, but i think you can imagine the whole backstory yourself.
After this happens, I will hang up and fly into a rage that lasts several days. I was in the middle of one of these when I realized it had been THREE MONTHS since I flew down to Mexicali Mexico to get my stomach cut out. So I went to the pool to burn off some poison and get
a weigh-in. Result?
237.
Down 51 pounds.
Not only that, when I came here to share the news I saw all the new progress and anniversary picks here and I just want to say:
THANK YOU!!!! Once I saw all you guys and your progress my mood improved an awful lot.
I'm averaging about 1200 calories and losing 1.5-2 pounds a week, and doing a little exercise -- say three times a week I'll walk for an hour and swim. I had to buy all new clothes for summer since I had nothing and I am now a SIXTEEN, which is not an eight I know, but it's all so much better than it used to be even though I rarely pay attention since I'm in a post-divorce rage an awful lot of the time.
I remember at the beginning of this thinking that three months is an incredibly long time. It was too long to wait to lose fifty one pounds. I was right. It is too long, and if I had a better alternative I would take it. It takes so long for the scars to heal and your stomach to start to forgive you. It takes so long to figure out how to eat again and get your energy back. It takes a long time to lose weight, especially if you have a lot to lose. It's like emptying an olympic swimming pool with a teaspoon.
But here's the real benefit to all of this. It never stops coming off. Little by little, week by week, day by day, that scale just keeps giving up more and more territory.
I wasn't really excited about doing this in beginning because I was sooooo fat and it was just going to take ninety years it seemed to me to get anywhere close to where I wanted to be. I just knew I had to do something and nothing I had tried before in 46 years had worked. But now I'm starting to get a little excited. I have a sleeveless tank top. I am wearing a size sixteen swimming suit. I am probably going to be under 200 before the end of the year, Christmas when I go home to see all my relatives.
Can't wait. No really.