It’s only early June, so it is not quite 11 months since my gastric bypass. It’s been a hard year, but it has also been a good year. The hard part is the ongoing battle against deeply ingrained habits related to food. They’re much harder to change than I’d ever imagined. It’s a daily struggle to not eat too fast or too much, and it’s a struggle I fail many times. Those failures typically result in my feeling nauseated – which is a powerful motivator to change. I’m slowly VERY SLOWLY making progress.
My fear is that I will stretch out my stomach. I never want to regain the weight I’ve lost and have to deal with all those health problems again. It feels good to feel good!
The “good” part is that this morning I weighed 143.6 – a new low. I think the last time I weighed that low was sometime in the late 1960s or early 1970s. Even when I lost a lot of weight taking Phen-Fen in the mid-1990s, I only got to the upper 150s.
I’m enjoying doing Pilates on M-W-F when I’m at home. It’s good for me, and I don’t dread it like I used to when I’d work out at a gym. I like that it doesn’t make me hot and sweaty – and yet it’s a good workout. I can see more definition in my muscles.
One thing that has surprised me is the loose skin. I was under the mistaken impression that I was not so overweight that my skin wouldn’t bounce back. Nope. My arms, stomach, butt, and thighs have loose skin that bothers me – especially sitting on my butt – it’s like the skin folds in on itself and is uncomfortable. My arms and legs just have that old-lady look. I’m sure if I’d had gastric bypass 10-15 years ago my skin would have bounced back better. As so often is said, “It is what it is.” And I am 73 years old!
However, I will take all that any day over the excess weight and health issues I had before. I am happy with my weight now, and am perfectly satisfied to stay right at this weight the rest of my life.
We are at the lake right now, and most days here I hike up and down the driveway – about 1.34 miles – without having to slow down and without getting out of breath. All three dogs usually go with me, and they love it. And I’m loving wearing smaller size clothes, too.
I’m glad I had the surgery, but it is MUCH harder than I ever imagined it would be. It’s funny but the nausea I experience when I eat too much or too fast doesn’t even bother me as much as I thought it would because it is over fairly quickly. And, if I remember to eat very slowly and chew my food very thoroughly, there is no nausea. Like I wrote earlier, though, eating fast is a very hard habit to break. My body reminds me frequently to be a deliberate and mindful eater.
Some good news is that I had elevated bilirubin and liver enzyme numbers, but they’re going down. I will have a liver scan in a couple weeks. However the doctor thinks the elevated numbers are likely related to my surgery and that it will all even out soon. My liver panel blood test last week showed improvement. So hopefully he is right.
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