Week 21 Weigh In

It’s Wednesday so it’s weigh in day, and it’s pretty underwhelming this time. That’s okay, after the celebrations last week, I was due for a slow week.

I am down 1.60 pounds. In the weight watchers days I would be thrilled with this. In the post-surgery days I am still pretty thrilled, even if it’s a great deal less than what I am used to at this point. We’ll see if we can have a bigger drop next week. As long as we keep going in the negative direction, I’ll be pretty stoked.

I had a bad time with dinner last night. It was just a split second’s worth of forgetting the new normal and it screwed me up for hours. In the old days I was a super fast eater. Bite-chew-chew-swallow. My teeth are pretty screwed up, so the less chomping I did, the lower the chances for dental issues. I can’t do that anymore. I need to chew the holy hell out of every small bite before I gulp. Last night I cut myself a small bite of chicken and forgot to chew thoroughly and swallowed it after just a few chomps. I realized the mistake immediately and knew I was going to have a bad time.

I tried to eat a little more, but soon enough that stomach pain and nausea hit me. I gave myself a 10 minute break. That didn’t help so I turned it into 20 minutes. Nope. 30 minutes. Still nope. 40 minutes and I was starting to feel like the end was in site. I put my dinner plate away in the kitchen and went grocery shopping. When I was home again I restarted eating dinner and everything went smoothly. I can’t mess up like that anymore. Pay attention, Robert!

Okay then, in summation, here’s hoping for a bigger bang for our bucks in week 22, and also don’t forget to chew your food. At least 32 times, just like Nana used to say.

Nutritionist Recap

I met with a nutritionist yesterday and got to share my glee over dropping below 300 pounds for the first time in decades. She seemed like she was happy for me. I was happy for me too.

She approves of everything I am doing, which also made me happy. I had a few questions and she answered them all and gave some suggestions for things to fix the one or two small issues I’m having (artificial sweeteners do not cause dumping syndrome, hair loss isn’t a nutritional thing and it happens to everyone and it stops after a few months and it grows back, adding some sodium to my diet should help with the occasional moments of light headedness, if you’re eating a meal and it’s taking more than 45-60 minutes to finish just stop eating so you don’t develop a grazing habit).

This week is a screwy one, work wise. I only worked about two hours on Monday and then went out sick. I worked a full day Tuesday. I worked a half day Wednesday because of the nutritionist appointment. I am working a full day today. I have vacation days tomorrow and Monday. So that means today is the last day of my work week, and I follow it with a four day weekend. I didn’t have a reason to take two days off. My company has personal time off accrue monthly, and if you accrue too much you hit a cap and they stop adding time. If I didn’t take two days off this month I would have hit the cap. So I guess I take two days off, right?

We are planning a drive to Vermont this weekend. I think we’re shooting for Saturday, but the plans are still up in the air. I want to visit my mother as much as I can. Her birthday is Monday so I will be able to see her on her birthday. That makes me happy. I want to do as much camera nerding as humanly possible. The forecast is calling for rain on Sunday evening through Monday morning. Tomorrow and Saturday look clear, or at least clearish. I want to be in Boston by sunrise at least once and it looks like that is going to be tomorrow. Beacon Hill, Newbury Street, if the conditions are good maybe some reflections off the Hancock building, maybe a quick run into Harvard Square in Cambridge. We’ll see how it works out, but as of now I am totally making the trip. I just need to find an appropriate parking garage near Beacon Hill.

Speaking of rain. About an hour ago we had the loudest crack of thunder you’ve ever heard. It didn’t shake the house, but it was one of those monster booms. It’s pouring like the end days out there right now.

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Week 20 Weigh In

Line up that marching band, babie! Kick off that circus parade! Today is a gigantic day! A huge, massive, gigantic landmark of a freakin’ day!

It’s been 20 weeks since the surgery. I think today is the day that I am going to share just how much I actually weigh, and along with that I am going to share how much I weighed on day one. That number is huge. It’s embarrassing. We’re talking about someone who has been grossly overweight his entire life and never really been shy about the numbers, and this number is too high for me to have shared because it’s so embarrassing. So this post is going to be a big deal for me. I’m not doing it for anyone but me so please don’t comment or anything. Just let me stew in it, okay? Right.

Last week I said I was 4.2 pounds away from flipping down the hundreds column of my total weight. I think I also mentioned that waiting a whole week to step on the scale was going to be impossible and it was. I actually weighed myself on Sunday but didn’t update my records. I was 0.8 pounds away from flipping the hundred. Close but no cigar.

Last week I was 304.2 pounds. Today I am down to 297.4. That’s a drop of 6.8 glorious pounds, and the hundreds column has changed for the second time! I am so fucking insanely happy right now. Pardon the Eff-bomb, but it’s the only adjective that fits the feeling. I never thought I would be here again. Never. My whole adult life I have been over 300 pounds. This is a really big deal. A super big deal.

Now for the embarrassing part that will be topped off by a seriously exciting part. On January 19, 2022 when I walked into the weight loss clinic for the first time I weighed 452 pounds and my BMI was 55. On April 29, 2022 when I walked into the clinic for the last time before having the surgery on May 4th I weighed 431.4 pounds and my BMI was 52.5. Today I am 297.4 and my BMI is 36.2. That’s a drop of 154.6/134 pounds and 18.8/16.3 points. Are you kidding me? ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR POUNDS!

Prior to the surgery they gave me an estimate of the amount of weight I could reasonably expect to lose. It was between 130 and 170 pounds. I’m over 130 since the surgery so it’s safe to assume the leveling out will start at some point soon. I am nowhere close to being done though. I did the math a few weeks ago and in order to get my BMI down to an actual healthy point I will need to get down to about 190 pounds. That means I still have over 100 pounds to go.

I’m not concerning myself with what still remains right now. Today I am just feeling happy and I want to stay with this mindset for a bit before I start focusing on the future. The day I flipped from the 400s to the 300s (May 16, 2022) was a great day. It felt so good. Today, as we flip from 300s to 200s is just indescribable. I can’t put it into words. It’s epic. It’s magic. It’s majestic.

Just wait until the 200s flip to the 100s (fingers crossed I can get there). Oh boy will that be a crazy day.

Happy 20 weeks, and happy 200s! WOOHOO

Working from Home

I’m working from home today. Back where I belong. After a day and a half in the office it feels good to be back at my desk in the cellar.

Not that a day and a half in the office is so awful, it’s just that after two and a half years of working at home I am really settled and used to it now and just don’t want to stop.

I had two nights in a row of really shitty sleep. Tuesday and Wednesday nights were just plain bad. I don’t know why. Well… Tuesday I just couldn’t sleep and was awake until almost 2:00am. Wednesday I don’t know what the problem was, it was just bad. Last night I was out like a light before 10:00pm and ended up with almost nine hours of sleep. I feel a little better today, but damn was I sleepy last night.

The last three days, including today, I have been pushing myself a little extra during my morning walkies. I’ve been trying to pick up the pace of the pacing, and also keeping it going for longer. My exercise goal is 30 minutes and I’ve gone for closer to 45. I’m doing the faux 5k thing again. I am trying to keep up the faster pace for 3.2 miles, which usually comes out to 44-45 minutes. The main goal here is to burn more calories early in the day so that I can close my move ring earlier. My goal there is 1000 calories. I’ve had a few days recently where bed time came around and I still had about 100 calories left to go. An extra 15 minutes of exercise each day should take care of that. I might change my goals one of these days, but I want to see if my ankles start hurting from the extra walkies first. We’ll see.

I watched yesterday’s episode of She-Hulk during today’s walk. On two occasions, my walkie pace synced up with a song playing in the background perfectly. My steps were eighth notes. It made me wonder if the audio folks working on the show try to match up the beats per minute of the songs they use for an episode. That’s something that really no one would ever really notice, but if that were true I think it would be incredibly cool. That’s just me.

Okay, 8.5 hours left in the work day. We have a pre-fab furniture item coming tonight and we’re donating a couple of furniture items tomorrow. I have to have all of that ready to go. There’s a chance we might see the kids very briefly tomorrow but that’s still very much up in the air. Outside of all of that the questions remain: Will I be able to do some music this weekend, and where do I go for my just-after-sunrise pics tomorrow and Sunday? Very important questions.

Right, back to work with you!

It is Wednesday Again

Yesterday was Tuesday, so you know what that means… It’s weigh in day. The numbers were excellent. I am down 5.4 pounds. Can you dig that crazy sound, or what? I am 4.2 pounds away from flipping my total weight’s hundreds column. If next week is as good as this week was… then we could be a week away from that wonderful moment. To quote Clark W Griswald, “Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where’s the Tylenol?”

It’s been a tough week food wise. I wrote about the stomach problems I had on Monday. Yesterday I was okay on that front, mostly, but I came up super short of my protein goal. I need 60 grams a day and I only got to 50. I will remedy that today, thank you very much.

I am working in the office for the second half of the day. My new hire lives in the mid-west and he is in town so we’re going to meet up with him after work and actually exist in person. That means I am going to a public place where people are. I’m okay with this even through my nervous Covid-19 paranoia. It just means I will have to deal with my Covid-19 paranoia, you know? We’re going to get some dinner and that means I will have to order something and then not eat most of it. I plan to bring my little digital scale and not over do it. I’ll have the stop watch on my phone too. They are all going to laugh at me, but I’m okay with it because I lost five and four tenths pounds this week.

I Gave In to The Facebook

I had a rough afternoon today. My stomach was feeling off all day and when it came time for lunch it went bad. Not to get into TMI territory, but there was a small amount of vomit involved. I was trying to have three ounces of turkey and I only got through 1.7 ounces. I did much better with dinner. Jen made beef stew and it smelled so good. I needed to get over whatever was wrong so that I could have some and fortunately I did. It was delicious.

Before dinner though I did something I don’t want to do anymore. I spent a little time on the Facebook. I got today’s Wordle in two tries. If I get it in three tires I post it to Twitter. If I get it in two I post it to the Facebook. So I logged on and posted my success story. Then I checked notifications. Then I joined a couple of Nikon camera groups. Then I vented my food frustrations on a Bariatric Surgery group. Then I perused my timeline a little. Then I came to my senses.

I went to the Nikon groups to ask for suggestions on what the next camera should be. I went to the surgery group to say that my stomach revolted but that I will get through it. I also saw someone who was afraid that he weighed too much and let him know that when I started I weighed even more. I don’t know if it helped at all, but I hope it did. Hell, I’ve lost 140 pounds. If my dumb ass can do it then his can too.

So I cheated on my Facebook ban. Sorry about that. I’ll do better. I just had a tough day but I’m better now.

Underwhelming

Today is weigh in day and it is the most underwhelming weigh in day yet.

I weighed myself early, three days ago, because of the monthiversary. The results were wonderful. Today, I knew it was going to be sort of a waste of time. There just hasn’t been enough time for anything interesting to happen. It went exactly as expected.

In the last three days I have lost 0.2 pounds. Now before you think that I am bitching, I am most definitely not. Down two tenths of a pound is progress in the right direction and therefore is AWESOME.

Here’s hoping for another few pounds next Wednesday. We’re one small step closer to flipping that hundreds digit. Let’s go, babie!

Things From This Afternoon

There was a pretty monumental occurrence this afternoon. For the first time since the surgery…

I ate peanuts.

One ounce of peanuts has seven grams of protein. Sweet!

I kept the bite sizes super small and chewed them until my head was about to fall off, and then I waited a full minute after finishing one bite before taking the next. In other words, I was uber careful.

And it all went fine. I can officially eat peanuts again. What a happy day!

Let’s celebrate with a picture of the cat!

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Also, here are some flowers that I picked up at the grocery store because I am ALL CLASS, BABIE!

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The flowers in the photo were back lit. Did I use exposure compensation again? Oh, you bet your sweet ass I did!

Happy Return to Peanuts Day!