At my 6-month post-op visit (which didn't happen until 7 mos post-op due to my work schedule), I weighed 127.8# (4.2# below my goal weight. The NP didn't remark on it and neither did I, but when I got into see a dietitian 30 minutes later, I asked her, "Why am I still losing weight? I'm not even trying now."
She said, "Just keep doing what you're doing. Your body will find its happy weight. Commonly we see patients get to a low weight and then inch back up 5-7 pounds."
I was speechless (which is remarkable for me). Since then, I've found myself thinking, "My happy weight? My body seemed very happy to be 100# heavier, and enjoying half a gallon of ice cream a day. How can I trust my body to find a healthy happy weight?"
I asked some WLS pals about this, and they suggested adding more complex carbs to my diet, which I've been able to do. For example, I eat cooked barley with fruit and Greek yogurt for breakfast. Like that. This strategy has an additional benefit in that it seems to quell the constant, ferocious hunger I've had since my sleeve surgery.
But...
At my annual GYN exam today, my doctor said, "So, you're the Incredible Shrinking Woman!" She was very supportive of my band surgery back when my ex-PCP pooh-poohed it, and I was glad that she's proud of me, but...
This morning I weighed 123.6# on my scale (126 at the GYN's office), or 8.4# below my goal weight. So is THIS my new happy weight, or am I on my way to underweight?
I know it's a problem some of us have wished we had, but I can't afford to replace my wardrobe right now. And neither can I spend my days at work hiking up my pants every 10 minutes because they're creeping down towards my knees. This is a mind-bending experience, to say the least.