I’m so sorry I’ve not written. I always have such good intentions, and then life gets in the way, and I get tired and don’t end up blogging like I planned.
It’s hard to believe it’s 8 weeks tomorrow since surgery. I am healing pretty good. I’m down 54.5 pounds since yesterday. I am weighing myself every day. I wasn’t supposed to be doing that, but I am. I tell myself that if the scale flucuates, I won’t be mad, and that i didn’t do anything wrong. Yesterday I ate about 100 calories more than I should and the scale was up today. I know it’s not because of those extra calories. I think it’s water retention. But the fact of the matter is, it kinda got me down.
I am doing a little bit of exercise. Mostly walking. This morning I walked about 30 minutes at 6am. I feel a night workout is better for me. Sunday night I went for a walk, and really felt I did a good job. I was doing intervals, and just felt like I had more energy at that time. But with working, then getting home and making dinner, and then Gunther needs a walk, and I can’t walk for fitness with him, he’s much too slow so right now it’s leaves mornings.
I’m a little down on myself today. Probably just a mood. But I get angry when someone loses more weight that me, or is managing to get more exercise. I guess always trying to measure up. sigh. It never ends does it.
Yesterday was a crazy day. My brother and his wife Heather had their baby. It’s a girl! (More on that in another post). Anyway, I was anxious all day! I didn’t know what happened, how it happened. Heather was 2.5 hours away from home when she went into labour, so just my brother went. Molly, my niece was born around 6am.
Them being so far away, it was a state of unknown. I’m a person who likes to know what’s going on. Anyway, I felt so hungry all day. I know it was emotions. Anxiety, I guess. I ate a lot of cheese and I ate when I wasn’t really hungry.
Even today… I ate a turkey stick and I wasn’t even hungry. Sitting at work sometimes, it makes me eat. I’m much better when I’m on the go. Anyway my point is, I’m glad I can recognize some of these things. I’m not quite at the point where I know what to do, but I guess it’s all steps.
I am starting to miss the food lately I think. I’m feeling a little down and I’m not really sure why. That’s when I thought maybe, the lack of food is hitting me. Not being able to sit and eat for 20 minutes like I used to do. I’m sure it’s something everyone goes through, and just a bump in the road.
Onto post op week 9!