July 16, 2011

Jul 15, 2011

Here I am, 6 months post RNY revision.  I'm down 72 pounds since surgery... over all 85 (i think).   I started researching surgeries at 273. I made my first phone call at 273, because I'd been giving it serious thoughts, and found out that the hospital had a HUGE delay in getting in, so I knew I had time.  Little did I know I'd be on a fast track...  Orientation or seminar was May 2008, had my lapband in Septembe 2008. I had my lapband placed weighing 243. I lost as low as 217 at one point, but it started having mild slips, and my body just started being irritated by it. I struggled for more than 2 yrs. June of 2010, I started my journey towards a revision. In September I was approved for a revision, pending the results of my EGD which wasn't until mid November.  That was fine, had to wait on the formal lab results, and all, but got a date of January 11, 2011.   The band had been empty since August, because of swelling issues.  My weight went up to 260.  The morning of surgery I weighed 260.8 on my home scale (which is what I go by).  This morning 188.0.  It feels really good to say that. I go next wednesday 7/20/2011 for my 6 month post op appointment.  I'd like to be down two more pounds, but time will tell.  Their scale consistantly says 4 pounds more than mine. I'd love to be in the 180's by their scale. Right now it'd say 192. Which isn't bad... at least I'm out of the 200's. That is my single biggest goal. The next biggest was being rid of diabetes.  SUCCESS!  The only one I had left is being able to comfortably sit on carnival rides.  That will be success or put off until next year in two weeks.  The fair is in town in two weeks, and we will see where I am there. I fit last year, but was exceedlingly uncomfortable on many of them. This year I'm 72 pounds less.  I hope it'll work out nicely. 

The other thing I want to blog about.... i went from being invisible at church, and in my life to people around me to being this great mother, and beautiful woman (not). My opinion suddenly counts for something.  My married mailman is now hitting on me. Trying to touch me (in a sexual manor).  My guy friend keeps pulling away. Not necessarily a bad thing.  He misses his fluffy. I told him it's not coming back.  So he's not as happy, but still trying to be supportive. 

I'm wearing a size 14 most days. Some 12's, some 16's.  Down from a 22W.  That's pretty big for me. I haven't been this small in my adult life. 

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