Despite my assertion that I was not going to be buying clothes for a while I had decided I was starting to look ridiculous because some of my clothes have gotten so big.  So yesterday I went to try on clothes.

UGH.

The worst part was my stomach is not where is was before so everything was to big in the waist but to tight across the abdomen and showed every lump that shouldn't be shown. 

I guess I need to get some sort of undergarment to try and put stuff where it should be except I have never had good luck with them in the past and hate spending $$$ on something that ends up being horribly uncomfortable.
In other news my thighs look like I am wearing the ugliest, most wrinkled pair of shorts ever and I have bat wings that I am starting to believe I could actually fly with.  Luckily I can keep that all covered.

I know as my body changes (as it does day by day) I will be thrilled with my progress again soon but right now I am having a pity party.

I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror today.  Myself.  The woman I haven't seen in the mirror in a long time. 

After only 64 pounds lost.  What a journey.

Sunday I was in a lot of pain in my abdomen.  Seriously more pain then immediately post-op.  I could not get comfortable and would only be able to stay in one position for a few minutes (on my side, on my back, doubled over on a pillow, pacing the floor).  I even broke out the pain meds (which I had only taken once since getting home from the hospital).

I had no idea what was going on and was trying to avoid an ER visit but when I called my sugeon Monday morning (around 6:30am) he told me to go to the hospital so they could could check for a blockage. 

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I need to mention here how awesome my surgeon is!  When I called his service was able to connect me to him and he is such a dear!
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So the Xrays and CT showed no blockage so he decided to admit me since he hadn't seen me (he was in surgery) and wanted to get to the bottom of my pain.  After he did come up and talked to me about my discomfort he told me that my bowels were "colic-y".  Which I think means I am a cry baby.

But really I think this means I was hospitalized with gas.  Which I had seriously underestimated and was obviously being punished for wondering why some post-op patients act like this is such a big deal.  Seriously though this was the worst pain.

Anywho I woke up this morning feeling much better and should be back to work tomorrow.

I am just over 6 weeks out.  After having a stall of almost a week the scale is moving again.  I have lost a total of 60 pounds (35 since surgery).  I am really working on getting in my protein and getting ENOUGH calories (who would have ever believed that?) so I expect things to keep moving.

I just got my lab results from my PCP.  Thyroid is still out of whack but my A1C was only 7.1!!!  This includes when I had my surgery and my sugar shot up into the 300s.

If you ask me about my surgery I can't help but tell you what an amazing tool this is and how everything has been nothing short of amazing every day since.  But really it hasn't all been kittens and rainbows.

There are days when I get all my fluids in and days that I manage to take all my pills and vitamins.  These two things never happen on the same day.  Getting my protein in seems like a dream.  I am still eating way to fast.

I have eaten things I shouldn't have and even had a glass of wine.  Once last week while I was on the road I made myself throw-up just so the yucky feeling would pass.  Fish that one day was nothing but yummy made me feel like crap the next time I made it.

If I am doing this well when I am being so mean to my new stomach imagine what I could do if I behaved?

I have to remember this.