Vinasu
Month 7
Mar 13, 2017
Month 7
Milestones: -7 pounds
CW: 142
Size 4
CENTURY CLUB! 105 pounds down!!!
For the first time in 17 years of marriage, I weigh less than my husband (who’s at 147…after gaining a bit)!!!
This month has been a whirlwind. The weight is coming off, albeit begrudgingly. That having been said, I can see myself perfectly happy this size for life. I’m not stopping, I’m still a ways to goal (and I’m thinking about lowering my goal weight a bit, as well), but I am happy here. I can do everything I dreamed of before. Still…I’m thinking I would look and feel great at 128. I’m not changing my goal or anything, just musing to myself.
I’m still wearing mediums on top. I’ll probably be in mediums for life. It’s my shoulders and boobs. My shoulders are too broad for tiny clothes, and well, the boobs are not diminished. Actually, I wish I could show you a picture of my boobs…no, not in that way, pervert. So when I was bigger, they were too, and they pointed down, kind of like UU. Now, they look like ? ?. They’re actually a very nice shape, but they hang lower than is attractive. I’m going to lift those bad girls up and they’ll be gorgeous. I got them measured last week, and I’m at 34D. When I lose the weight, I’m going to buy one or two really nice bras that will look amazing. But I’ll save the big bra purchases until after I can get plastics.
I was reading up on probiotics as a way to a) help with constipation, b) encourage weight loss, and c) deal with occasional nausea and stomach upset. All three of these points sounded good to me, so I decided to give it a shot. When the pills came in, I added them to my daily rotation. Another pill in the handful isn’t a big deal. However, somewhere around week 3, I screwed up. For some reason, in my mind, I needed to take these twice a day rather than once. At first, I thought I had a sour stomach, just some upset. Then, as days passed, the farting set it. I started farting constantly, and not small, delicate toots. No, I had enormous rippers, the kind Dad always let go. And they stunk. I reeked like I had found a dead hobo in the Arizona desert and decided to eat him. I was gassing everyone out of house and home. I pity my workmates…damn open office space! At home I was lighting candles around the house to try to keep the stench under control. It’s cold and rainy, so opening doors and windows was not an option. I cannot begin to describe the stench. I was about ready to go to the doctor when I was reloading my pill boxes and the instructions on the probiotics caught my eye. I had been ODing on single-cell organisms. The next week, I cut the pills down to one a day, QD. Whaddaya know? I’m back to smelling normal. On the other hand, my poop was absolutely grand when I was hitting the hard stuff. The price, though….
I’m trying hard to work through my stress eating. Honestly, I can eat a great deal right now. The pouch isn’t controlling my food intake, I am, and that’s where it becomes iffy. I kinda suck at this. But I keep putting one foot in front of the other, knowing I will be fine in the end.
So my mom lives with us. It’s mutually beneficial. She’s retiring in a month, and has agreed to start cooking clean for the entire house. She’s an amazing cook, and she’s gone through periods of clean cooking before, but working full time, she just doesn’t have the time. I’m excited to try. I really dislike it when people get all judgmental about clean eating. Yes, it’s the best way to eat. Yes, it’s particularly helpful after WLS. However, if it were cheap and easy, we wouldn’t have an obesity problem in the world. It takes time to prepare dishes, especially if you have a large family with varying tastes and preferences.
2 pounds until normal weight, 12 until goal. I’m going to make next month really count!
