Amazing!

Dec 13, 2010

I have been blown away by how much I can do physically these days.   Last Wednesday I worked for 3 hours on decorating the Christmas tree.   It's 10' tall so I was up and down the ladder a lot, moving boxes, under the tree, around the tree, moving furniture, taking the vacuum apart, vacuuming & spot cleaning the carpet - I went at it hard and never broke a sweat!   

Friday I was a whirling dervish trying to get the outdoor lights up before we went out of town for a quick overnight trip.   Again, up and down the ladder, moving stuff around, walking around the house, manuevering around bushes & under trees.  

THAT is why I wanted to have this surgery.   When we checked into the hotel on Friday night and saw our room was on the 2nd floor, I asked my husband if we could take the stairs.   He was blown away and never thought he'd hear those words out of my mouth.  Of course, we never found them - unless the door was marked "emergency exit only" and we didn't want to trigger any false alarms.

My feet are finally showing signs of improvement although they hurt Friday night because I wore a different pair of shoes.  I've tried them with my old and new orthodics and without any at all and they just don't like my feet...or vice versa.   So they are history!   But they bounced back quickly this time, another sign of progress.

On top of being able to do so much more without being winded or fatigued, I am actually fitting comfortably in airplane seats and at the basketball arenas.   Jeans I bought two weeks ago are already starting to fall off of me - I'd kill for a pair that stays where they are supposed to without my constantly having to pull them up.   So I should be in 16s by Christmas, but all I have in my closet are 14s, so I'm going to have to find some to tide me over for a bit.

I walked into an open house in South Park yesterday - a sneak peak for the neighbors at a house done by another investor.   I haven't seen a lot of the people since before I had the surgery, and while I've been pretty open about it to anyone who asks me if I'm losing weight, I wasn't prepared for the reaction.   I've lost about 65# since August, just shy of 50 since the surgery 13 weeks ago.   I walked in and  Franklin (one of my gay buddies there) just said "Oh my God, where is the rest of you?" and proceeded to make a really big deal about how good I look, how thin I'm getting, how did I do it.  Normally it wouldn't bother me, but everyone in both rooms stopped their conversations and were taking it all in.    Dave was practically beaming and keeps joking that he's lost half his wife and can't find her.    Yes, I enjoyed the comments, but it was a little awkward since I didn't know everyone in the room.  

This surgery has truly been very liberating.   There are a couple of unflattering photos from the Ten Top Women luncheon posted on Facebook but instead of being embarrassed or depressed about it, I find myself thinking "that won't last long, in another few weeks, I'll look different."

If this is how good it feels just halfway to goal, I can't imagine how good I'll feel then!   Damn!  Life is good!  Why didn't I do this sooner?!?

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