Four Weeks Post Op!

One month out from surgery today and I feel great!  Seems like enough changes have taken place in the month for it to have been three months lol, but time has certainly flown by.

I weigh 24 pounds less, and in my mind, that's just not a lot considering that the first 17 came off in a matter of days.  I moped about that for a few days, until I realized that my body has been busy shedding inches!  I don't know about you, but I'll take inches over pounds any day.   The photo at the top of this blog represents the volume difference in muscle and fat that are the exact same weight.  It helped me to put it all into perspective! :)

As I said in a previous blog, I've been able to fit into saved pants that were way too small a month ago... and yesterday I got out the last pair of those "too small" jeans that I'd saved as my initial goal clothes and wore them to work! They were the very first pair of expensive jeans I'd bought for myself in my adult life, and I quickly outgrew them as the evil Prednisone piled on the pounds.  The last time I tried them on I couldn't get them all the way UP, so needless to say, I'm a pretty happy camper today!   When I look in the mirror I see much less belly than I did even a few days ago... not so much less butt, but I'm pretty excited to see less of anything.  Size wise, the jeans I wore at surgery time were a 22.  The pair I wore to work yesterday are 18!  BIG HUGE SMILE! :)

I've experienced several "stuck" episodes with both tortillas and meat.  I realized very quickly that this was due to eating that first bite too fast, and too big.  I'm getting much better at eating slowly, and taken twice the time to eat than anyone I've eaten with in the past week.  I crave protein.  More specifically, I crave steak.  This isn't a bad thing to crave I guess.. could get a little expensive though.  I haven't drank a carbonated beverage since 2 days before my surgery.  I can't say that I don't crave that Pepsi anymore, because at times I'd still love to feel that burn, but the feeling passes quickly, and I really don't struggle with being tempted to give in to it.  It's more a fleeting thought, and it feels great not to have to fight off now that I think about it.  I drink a lot of unsweetened ice tea and water. 

I'm officially an exercise hater.  If I ever get to the point where I can't WAIT to go to the gym I may just die of shock.   I know, that if I can get a handle on my eating, I can certainly get a handle on exercise, and I have faith that it will happen.... one of these days.  I am the queen of coming up with excuses.  Perhaps I need an eliptical trainer or treadmill next to my bed...   I do feel a little more motivated lately at the recent loss of inches, but I haven't noticed myself rushing off to the gym yet today! 

All in all it's been a really awesome month for me.  I'm shrinking!!  My other butt is getting closer, oh yeah, I can feel it!