So today, as usual, I check my weight again because I usually use my Sunday record as my ‘measure point’, and I’m down to 148.8 kilos. This would mean a kilo drop since yesterday. Obviously, this is because my digestive system is functioning properly again (at last) and probably includes some water loss as well. Regardless of that, it *has* given me a boost in that I’m almost at the target weight I wanted to be before the operation. It may not seem like a massive target, but bearing in mind that, at my heaviest, I was 168 kilos, I figure this is some kind of achievement.
The really annoying part of all this is, that before the Covid lockdowns, I was 135 kilos and dropping. Had I managed to restrain myself from eating the way I did while not being able to exercise, I’d have been almost at my target weight of 100 kilos. It’s sad, and lord knows what damage I did to my heart with all that extra weight, but at least I’m trying now so that has to count for something. I just hope it isn’t too late!
Unfortunately, whilst the weight loss feels good, I actually ate more than I should have yesterday having had my shake *and* a small portion of pasta for dinner. Actually whilst that quite satisfied my hunger, I think the better option would have been the stir-fried veg I’d intended to have which would have matched the diet. Still, I really enjoyed it and it was good to eat something like a proper meal again, even tho the portion size was more designed for a child than an adult. 🙂
Last night I was remembering the taste and feel of freshly cooked fish in batter and imagined how good that crunch feels. I think it might be a year before I can really appreciate how that feels again, and even then it would have to be a very small portion. Still, it’s something to look forward to! Anyway, the operation date is still set for 29th September, so I’m counting down, and there are just 12 days to go before true panic sets in. 🙂
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