Chris G.

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212 this week.  For a total of 62lbs lost.  Ten before surgery, and 52 in the last eleven weeks.  Not too shabby.  

Size eighteens are getting too big...sixteens are just around the corner.  I think by Christmas I will be under 200 and possibly in a 14.  Hard to believe.    

215 this morning.  So happy.  Feel so good.  Size 18 jeans fit comfy.  Bought a new zippered hoodie at Old Navy this weekend and it's a LARGE.  No more X's in front!!!!! 

Sorry, I totally forgot to post my Monday weigh in!  

On Monday, 10/8/07 I hit 218.  

This week I've noticed that I can eat a little bit more than I could a few weeks ago.  I'm also starting to feel a little bit of actual hunger.  Nothing major, and it's easily taken care of with about three bites of food...but it is hunger.  I'm eating faster than I should....and drinking bigger gulps than I should and I need to remind myself not to do that.  

I'm PMSing this week and I'm craving something warm, sweet, and gooey.  Like a warm chocolate chip cookie or a piece of pie.  Can't have it, and I'm okay with that...but it doesn't make the crave go away!  

221 today.  Feeling fabulous and couldn't be happier.  I feel completely normal in every way except that I'm not hungry.  Every once in awhile I feel a tiny twinge of hunger, but it's nothing like the raging hunger I used to feel.  

My size 20 jeans are now very loose and I fit into an 18...but not comfortably enough to wear all day.  

Everything is great....that's about it. 

Good Morning reader readers! It's time to hit the scale and see how much this chick weighs. Pardon me while I strip naked and pee.

This morning's weight is.....224.3 for a loss of about a pound.

It's a pound I'll take and be happy with because 224 means that as of today I've lost 50 pounds!!!! When I first went to the doctor in February I weighed 274.

Fifty freakin' pounds! I've never lost that much before. The most I ever lost on my own was between 30 and 40lbs and I always gained it right back. Not this time!

It's ca-ca-ca-cold here in NY this morning. So cold that I tried to turn the furnace on to take the chill off, but unfortunately the pilot has gone out and I can't get it to re-light. Mr. Clean will have to mess with it for me tonight.

Speaking of Mr. Clean. He can't keep his hands off of me. He's completely enamored of my shrinking body and wants to hold and squeeze and touch and kiss me constantly. It reminds me of when we first were married and would spend entire weekends naked. Wouldn't leave the house from Friday to Sunday and never put any clothes on because we spent more time in bed than anywhere else. Those were the days....no kids, no housework that had to be done, no animals to take care of or gardens to weed....

Mr. Clean has always been a complete and total horn-dog regardless of what size I was. He loves me 100% unconditionally and he's always found me irresistible. After the girls were born and I was carrying around an extra hundred pounds, it was very hard for me to find anything attractive about myself. But he always did and I'm so thankful for that. Never once in our 17 years of marriage has he made me feel like anything less than a hot, sexy broad and that's one of the many reasons that I loves him.

Today as I walked across the office I mindlessly reached around and hitched up my pants because they felt like they were barely hanging on. Ten seconds later it hits me that I'm wearing the size 20 jeans that I was jumping for joy to fit into just two weeks ago....and they're getting too big.

Before surgery I would read post-op people's blogs and they would say, "I'm down to 245 and I'm fitting in a size 20!" and I'd be like, "Hey, why is it that I'm only twenty pound heavier than you and I can barely squeeze my fat ass into a 28?" I just didn't understand how it was possible.

Now I know. After WLS your fat changes drastically. Everything becomes so soft and squishy and it shrinks so rapidly that the fat isn't at all like it was pre-op. This week, I don't think the scale is going to move down at all (it may even move up a little because last week's big drop was mostly fluids) but it really doesn't matter because I can see and feel the proof that my body is shedding inches like mad. It hardly seems possible that I could be wearing size 18 jeans in the next ten to fourteen days....but it's likely.

This is some exciting shit, people.

On the flipside of all this shiny, happy business is the fact that I am starting to feel like I'm not sticking to my rules very well.

I'm not eating enough and I'm not drinking enough. I'm supposed to have three "meals" and at least two snacks a day and drink at least 64oz of fluids. This week I haven't gotten in any more than two meals and sometimes no snacks at all, and most days I'm averaging 30-40 ozs of fluids. This whole business of not eating and drinking at the same time, stopping drinking 30 minutes prior to eating and not resuming drinking for 30 minutes after causes me to just avoid one or the other. If I'm drinking, then I don't eat. If I'm eating, then I don't drink...and then the next thing you know it's 9:00 at night and I've not had half of what I'm supposed to have in a day.

And then of course there is the fat girl in my head that says, "Fuck the rules! This is the greatest thing that's ever happened to us! We can go days on end with barely a meal passing our lips! It's like a dream come true! How dare you worry that you're not eating enough? What the hell is wrong with you! When in our life have we ever been able to just not eat and feel great at the same time? This won't last for more than a few months, let's enjoy it while we can!"

I usually just agree with her and carry on with my business.

Seriously, other than losing some hair, what is not eating enough going to do to me? I'm taking all my meds and vitamins and I have my protein every single day, so does it really matter if I eat sparingly?

Any of you long-termers want to ring in on this one for me?

Quite a difference, isn't it? 

Hey! It's Monday again! I'm glad I chose Monday as my weigh in day because it gives me something to look forward to.

As you know I was sick for a few days this week/weekend and I'm sure that this number is a reflection of the fact that I lost every ounce of fluid in my body....none the less, this morning's weight is: 225.2 (just one more pound and I'll hit the fifty pound loss mark!) In case you were wondering, my first goal is to get under 200lbs. My second goal is to get to 160. Once I'm there, we'll see what happens. My body may decide that's a good place to hover, or it may shed a few more pounds, but I think anything less than 150 on me would be strange. I'm not a tiny build and I'm 5'7".

I feel better now. No more runs yesterday and I ate and drank fairly well. I was exhausted and had very little energy, but that was okay. Doc is also all better and we're both returning to our normal routines today.

Mr. Clean took Diva for her eye exam and new glasses on Saturday (a first for him!) and now we wait until probably Thursday for the glasses to come in. She's back in a bi-focal, which she really hates, but I'm hoping she'll adjust to. This will be Diva's fifth pair of glasses with a new RX since she was six years old. A new one every year.

She frustrates us to no end because she needs the glasses, but she doesn't want to wear the glasses. They offend her fashion senses. She doesn't have to wear them for anything but school and reading, and of course school is where she least wants to be seen in them. Last year she "lost" a $300 dollar pair of glasses after only five months. I've warned her that if this pair gets lost I will string her up by her Abercrombie covered ankles, beat her senseless with her Hollister belt, stuff her in her American Eagle tote and throw her in the river.

Fashion be damned child, I want you to SEE THE BOARD!

I ended up getting sick this Thursday night, Friday, and so far today.  I've had wicked diarrhea for about 30 hours now.  I called my doctor and he's phoning in an RX for Flagyl for me.  If things are no better by Monday then I have to go see him.  On top of that,  I started my period this morning, so now I have double cramps!  

I'm hoping this diarrhea business is just a virus and that it has nothing to do with my surgery.  Dr. Moon said it could be an intestinal infection so that's why he's putting me on the Flagyl.  

Not that it's a wonderful way to lose weight, but this did cause me to plummet down to 225 as of this morning.  I can no longer even begin to put on my 24 jeans.  They simply fall right off.  And using a belt is out of the question because my butt is so much smaller that I look like I'm walking around carrying a load.  Crazy!  I'm going to have to get one more pair of jeans for work because right now I only have two that fit and I wear jeans every day of the week. 

In a week or two I'm going to be ready to get rid of ALOT of clothes that don't fit.  I've already promised some to one of my friends, but I thought I'd mention here that if any of you girls are interested in getting some, you can send me your mailing address in a private message and I'll ship you out a box.  

Almost all of them will be sizes 24, 26, 28 and a couple of 30/32 shirts, size 24, 26, and 28 bottoms.  Some shirts  and shorts are also 3 or 4 XL.  I also have lots of size 9 shoes, most of them wide. 

So, if you're going to shrink into those sizes and you'd like some clothes just drop me a note.  

In another two months I hope to be giving away the smaller sizes that I'm wearing now!!!