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Stuck In A Stall (And I'm Not Talking About A Bathroom)
Oct 19, 2009
Well, it's been almost six weeks since I've lost any real weight. I keep gaining and losing the same pound and a half. I now find myself firmly stuck in a stall (and I'm NOT talking about a bathroom). However, a couple of years ago, that could certainly have been the case. I hated public toilets because they were too small; I hated movie theater chairs; I hated booths; airplane travel was a pain; seatbelts didn't fit; I hated my weight.
Eighteen and a half months after my RNY, I can easily fit into the seats at all those public places. In a strange turn of events, I recently got pulled over by a highway patrolman who thought I was a child driving my husband's big truck because I was so short in his seat. After gently admonishing me, he instructed me to adjust the seat (I've since found the adjustment controls and pumped up the seat). There was a time (not so long ago) that I was literally overflowing in that seat; now I've lost a significant amount of "butt height". In fact, I often feel like Lily Tomlin in her big ol' rocking chair. People actually tell me I'm tiny. "Who woulda thunk it" just a few years ago?
For most of my adult life, I was the one taking pictures. And when people would take my photo, I would desperately hide behind pillows, scarves, whatever I was wearing, cakes, jewelry, my own hands, other people, chairs, tables and many other inanimate objects. Rarely would I allow anyone to take a full body photo and I had to search my archives in order to find the unflattering collection (shown below). I really needed to do that so I could accurately gauge exactly how large I really was. My brain and my mirror don't always see things the same way.
Even at my highest weight, I was always the life of the party. I was constantly doing something funny or silly; looking back I realize that I was trying to make people laugh "with me" and not "at me". I would ask "does this cat cube make me look fat?" (see photo to the right); all the while knowing that nothing could make me look anything but obese.
However, since April 1st, 2008, I've lost almost 170 pounds (I'm just three ounces away) and have lost an amazing 102.375 inches. I'm just 28 pounds away from my surgeon's goal; but still have 48 pounds to get to my goal. My BMI has gone from a whopping 62.8 down to 34.6. Having typed all of that, I must add that I really, really want to make my goal and get to Wonderland. I'm so close, I can taste it.
But when I look at the big picture along with my "getting littler" pictures, I can really see how far I've come. And even though I'm caught in this web of not losing pounds right now, I must say that I am very satisfied with my results thus far. I'm fit and feeling better. Most days, I can walk and walk and walk without my wheelchair. I'm still bone on bone with my right knee, but I am so much better off today than I was a year ago, mustless two years ago. I could barely stand up; walking was "muy dificil".
Despite this temporary stall, plateau or whatever you want to call it, I'm definitely not giving up! I started the liquid protein train today and will be upping my daily workouts soon. It's also time to post some stats and new pics to let my mind catch up with my body. It's been quite a while since I added any new pics... So here are some images from the ol' me and the "latest greatest new and improved" version of me. Thanks for sharing this journey with me!
