My Six Month Numbers

May 09, 2012

I had my six-month surgeon appointment today. I've lost 95% of my excess body weight, and I'm only 2 points away from a normal BMI of 25. And... you could have knocked me over with a feather (skinny person joke)... my blood labs came back completely normal. This is actually a horrible testimony since I haven't taken a multi-vitamin since January, and I eat about two veggies a week. It's mostly due to my age, I think... 

I'm going to post a picture I took of my official before/after photos from my PT's office. I can't stop staring at them. I don't really remember being that heavy! and that wasn't even my heaviest. The first thing I said when I saw my "before" picture was "her poor ankles!" and "no wonder it hurt so bad to walk around the block." 

I had a nightmare last night that I was still fat. I felt so gross and "blob"-y. I woke up and was surprised to feel my skinny self under the covers. I thought the last six months had been a long dream... that I was still pre-op, hoping for a miracle. My husband came upstairs to say goodbye for the day, and I told him about my dream, so he felt obligated to spend five minutes kissing and fondling me. LOL. He actually said "you're so beautiful, i love your body, and let me show you how much." silly man.

This will be my third day of training at my new job. I need prayers for my heart and my attitude. The first night I almost quit. After working with the company for so many years and being forced to train for the lowest level job they have there... I was just feeling so humiliated. (which in turn made me feel like a gigantic snob... what... do I think I'm too good for customer service?)  so I was beating myself up for feeling crappy about it, and then feeling sorry for myself because I hated the job. I just kept praying for a change of attitude. Last night I went to work saying that this job is a grace, a true gift from God. An answer to prayer. And my attitude improved, but I still have a ways to go in that regard. I think I'll feel better when I'm finally on the phones talking to customers. I remember loving that and feeling good about myself when I could help a customer. 

Still waiting to hear from the company in Texas. Both me and my husband are anxiously waiting to get that first phone call. It's in God's hands. But it's one of those situations where it feels so right, we'll be a bit flabbergasted if it's not actually God's will. But doesn't that happen all the time? LOL. 

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