It’s been a little more than six months since my gastric bypass surgery. It seems to have made a little difference…
That’s 90 pounds down since I started on this path last August, 60 since the surgery. It’s slowed down to about a pound a week, but it is still going, which is all I can ask. I want to lose another 40 pounds, but even if I stopped tomorrow, I would be pretty happy with how it’s gone.
I’ve also started to realize that, as far as content went, I usually ate pretty healthy pre-surgery. Not the soda, obviously, and when I’d have a treat, I’d really overdo it, but we rarely had dessert, and I’m not a big chip/snack eater. I’ve been putting a lot of my old stand-by recipes through the food calculator, and they actually come out within a reasonable calorie range per serving. My problem was always that I would eat 3-4 servings. I used to joke that the best diet in the world would be to only eat the serving sizes on the food labels. Which was patently ridiculous. Those amounts weren’t reasonable. A person would starve to death doing that. 5 ravioli? Really? Well, guess what? The serving sizes were right, and it’s my head that was wrong, with my stomach eager to help out. Now the serving size indication is spot on, and I’m learning to live with it.
My clinic is pleased with my progress. There’s a new dietician on staff, and I really like her. She’s very pragmatic and honest with me. She gave me some useful information about why some rules are set, which made it easier to know when and how to break them (my life philosophy). Like I don’t have to get 65+ grams of protein. 45 is enough, but the higher amounts are better UP TO A POINT. After that she said the body will encapsulate it and store it, which we don’t want. So I don’t stress the days I don’t quite make 65. I’m always close, and usually I hit 80 or higher. That will balance out the days I go low. My biggest concern was hydration and eating while exercising, especially on longer bike rides. the rule is no drinking half an hour on either side of eating, but if I’m riding, I need to stay hydrated and still keep my energy up. She said 5 minutes before (to give it time to move out of my pouch) and 20 minutes after (to let the food move through) is fine. so again, I’m sticking to the rules, but now I have a better sense of how to bend them when I need to. I go back to see them in January for my one year follow-up. Scary/exciting to see where I’ll be then!
The other thing I did was I finally purged my entire wardrobe. That was painful. Five(?) years ago, I dragged Nikki with me to Lane Bryant to help me get some new clothes that looked good on me. At the time I’d just gotten laid off thanks to the banking collapse, so I was job hunting in a brutal economy. Because of that, and because I was collecting a very nice severance, I was home a lot, and watched a LOT of What Not to Wear while knitting and waiting for the kids to come home. I don’t consider that time wasted, as I learned a lot and was much better prepared to dress myself. Between us we picked out some really nice pieces, including a silk print skirt that I never would have tried but which Nikki insisted on. These clothes had a lot of memories. My power red dress shirt I wore like armor whenever I had to face down the psycho-boss. The striped shirts with gold thread woven through it to bling it up. The stretchy kimono dress that was so dressy and yet so comfortable.
It all went.
I was ruthless. If it wasn’t a size 16 or below, it went in the trashbag. The comfy shorts went. The brand new bathing suit went. All those beautiful dress shirts went. I’d forgotten about the denim skirt with the ruffle. Into the bag. I got rid of all the pajamas except the two cotton sleep shirts (because those are supposed to be big). I kept a couple of fleeces just because they’re good for winter cabinning since I need to have layers underneath. The fandom t-shirts stayed, but I can alter those. The other t-shirts, all gone. See those baskets? All but the bottom two are pretty much empty. Ready to start over.
Which I did in a big way. What kicked this off was that I tried on a pair of size 14 jeans from my hope chest, and they fit easily. Okay then, thought I, I’ll need another pair, and a pair of slacks, if I can find them in petites. Time to go to the thrift store. And maybe I’ll pick up one or two tops that fit at the same time. Famous last words. I came home with a pair of jeans, a pair of slacks, a pair of shorts, two pairs of pajama bottoms (one for now, one for later), and SIXTEEN tops. Plus three outfits for Hero and a pair of Heelys. All for $150. We’re encouraged not to buy a lot of clothes during the weight loss phase, because we won’t be able to wear them for long. But honestly, I’m only likely to go down two more sizes, and everything I’ve got fits pretty closely now, so I think these will get me through the next six months before I start looking at my likely final sizes. And since I ditched everything else, I need SOMETHING to wear.
The best thing about this is that I’m actually finally getting to reassert my own style. When you’re a plus size, unless you sew for yourself, you’re limited to what the big girl stores think you should be wearing. Well, as is the strikhedonista way, I didn’t WANT to be wearing what they told me to. I have a lot more choices now. there’s definitely a trend developing, though. Lots of ethnic prints, a hint of sparkle, surprisingly close fitting. I did get a couple of khaki/beige sweaters, but that’s just so I can wear them with shmancy skirts without going overboard. A lot of cotton and silk, a little bit of lace and spandex, and surprisingly a LOT of red. About a third of what I got was some shade of red or another, although I did hit the full spectrum except for green. So that’s all good. And I just realized I can go into any store and find a belt that fits me. A women’s sized belt. That’s…wow.
Now I really need to talk with Mom about sewing me a vest out of my weaving pieces, though. It would go perfectly with this wardrobe.