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!
Also, here are some flowers that I picked up at the grocery store because I am ALL CLASS, BABIE!
The flowers in the photo were back lit. Did I use exposure compensation again? Oh, you bet your sweet ass I did!
Today is the fourth monthiversary of my Gastric Bypass surgery. That means it’s a bonus weigh in day. Are you excited? I am!
I needed to lose more than three pounds in order for the 10’s column to change. Did I make it? Will I have to wait until Wednesday?
I lost 3.2 pounds.
Oh, hell yes! The 10’s column just barely changed! I just ate a bite of chicken. I bet if I weighed myself again it would go up again, but there ain’t no way I’m doing that! Wanna hear something truly absurd? The next time the 10’s column goes down… the 100’s column goes down too.
That’s going to be a shock. Seriously. If things keep going the way they’re going that could happen in maybe three weeks or so. I am not banking on it. I have to level off at some point, right? Still… that would be Earth Alteringly awesome.
All of the other numbers I am tracking had their 10’s columns drop too. My BMI went down 0.4 points. My weight lost since surgery (approximately) is now 121.6 and my weight lost since the first appointment is now 142.2.
The last week or two have seen an increasing number of difficult meals. I think I am starting to get arrogant in my eating habits and maybe not paying attention to the details closely enough. I am trying to cut back on the amount of food at each meal, in the hopes that it will in turn make it less likely for me to feel any stomach issues. Yesterday was free of issues, and I’m eating breakfast as I type this and not having any problems yet today. Here’s hoping all remains positive on that front.
Over all though, I feel so good. I can’t put it into words. I feel great.
Next weigh in is the usual Wednesday weekly weigh in. The numbers will be small but hopefully they will continue moving in the right direction.
Wednesday is Prince Spaghetti Day and it’s also Rob Weighs In day. It’s like a two for one special!
I am down 4.2 pounds today. A very good number. I actually weighed in twice today. The first time was immediately after getting out of bed. The second was after finishing my morning routine. I will let you infer from that what you wish and not get too specific for TMI reasons… dig?
None of my other numbers had any celebratory digit changes. I’m 139 since the first check in and 118.4 since just before the surgery. I would expect both of those to hit small milestones at the next check in, but I am not going to promise anything. Partly because that would be dumb, but also because the next check in will be early.
I weigh in on Wednesdays because the surgery was on a Wednesday and I am marking each weekiversary. I am also weighing in on the monthiversary, which is the 4th of each month and September 4th is Sunday. So next week we’ll get a weigh in on Sunday and a weigh in on Wednesday. Assuming I can keep to the schedule. Additional extra weigh ins will come on January 19, 2023 as that is the anniversary of my first weigh in, and on April 29, 2023 as that is the anniversary of my last weigh in before the surgery. I should probably check if either of those dates fall on a Wednesday which would render them moot.
Okay. On that note. Happy weigh in day. Do something fun. Have some ice cream or something in honor of me never having ice cream again.
I just finished dinner. It took about an hour and a half to get through 8.9 ounces of food. I managed it all and was pretty excited about it.
Then I realized that I ate the biggest dinner in ages on the night before weigh in day.
D’OH!
It’s going to take a massive loss to drop my 10’s column again. I don’t expect that, but next week… oh yeah, watch those digits fall, babie!
Fingers crossed for keeping up the weight loss pace tomorrow. Even if the pace slows, I just hope to keep moving in the right direction. We’ll see in the morning.
I ended up getting my blood drawn and getting home in time for work with about 20 minutes to spare. That’s enough time to start my work day right, but not enough to get my exercise in, and not enough to make a stop or two on the way home. I brought a film and a digital camera with me for the ride, just in case I might be able to grab a couple of shots of the Merrimack River in Lowell. Nope. Not this time.
It was okay though (get ready, I am about to sound like I know what I am talking about when clearly I do not and thus will just sound like a pompous asshole… ready? Hear it comes!), the sky was overcast and the light was blah and crummy. I want to see the sun on the water when I shoot the river, ya know? (See? Pompous asshole!)
I’ll get my 30 minutes of exercise in during lunch today. No problem (he said while really hoping there wouldn’t be a problem).
Maybe it’s because I’ve been thinking about my follow up appointment next week with the surgeon who carved up my innards but I’ve been dealing with a weird feeling much of the day today.
It started before lunch. Maybe 15-20 minutes before.
I’ve been feeling…
Full.
Ever since the surgery I’ve almost never felt full. I dish out a small amount of food and eat it all. When I’m done I’m so tired of all the work that I don’t eat anymore. I don’t stop because I’m full, I stop because I’m finished and just don’t wanna do it anymore.
Okay, ladies and gents, it’s Wednesday morning. You know what that means. Who’s ready for a weigh in? Let’s effin’ Go!
You might be able to tell by the tone of my type that it’s going to be good news.
I am down 5.8 pounds, babie! My total weight’s 10’s column changed, my weight lost since surgery’s 10’s column changed, my weight lost since the first check in’s 10’s column changed, and my BMI went down 0.7 points!
Holy Crap!
The total since the start is now 134.8! Dude! One Hundred Thirty-Four and Eight Tenths pounds! I simply cannot believe the number is that high. The total since the surgery (approximately) is 114.2 pounds! Again, Holy Crap! Capital letters and exclamation points galore!
My next check in at the clinic is Monday. Here’s hoping they check me over and tell me that everything is going as well as I feel it’s going. I don’t want any bad news spoiling another 5+ pound week.
I want to have a visual representation of the total weight loss since the start of this mess, but I don’t want to give any actual numbers. This is a screen shot of my weight loss in 2022 from the iOS Health app with the numbers cropped out. Why? I don’t know, because.
It’s not 100% accurate because I wasn’t updating the app for almost two months there, including the entire month of May. I’ve been updating it every time I weigh in since July though. The shape of the curve is accurate even if it’s missing tons of data points. Who cares, look at that downward slope! It’s like a freakin’ black diamond!
I can’t wait to see what next week’s weigh in brings!
Today has been a day. Meetings and more meetings. I had seven on my schedule but I punted one of them off until tomorrow so I ended up with six. I just got out of the last one. I was able to sneak in about half an hour for food and that was only enough time to eat half of what I brought with me. I got through all of the protein but none of the fruit. Last night’s dinner was similar. I got through all of the protein but none of the vegetables. Today the issue was time. Last night the issue was nausea, but the end result is the same. Uneaten food. I might try to snack on a few grapes while driving home, but only if I’m feeling okay on the hydration front. I have been feeling super dried out pretty much all day today. I have 45 minutes to go before quitting time and my water bottle is full. Let’s see how I feel.
Also, it just started pouring out here. Fingers crossed it stops before I have to walk out to my car. A working boy can hope, right?
Back before the pandemic, my step son was working at a restaurant and we went there all the time in order to leave him huge tips. This summer he’s been working at a different restaurant but because of our Covid nerves we haven’t gone to visit at all.
Today we changed that. We got a take out order, left a munga tip, and I went in to pick it up. He’s at his dad’s this week so my visit was sort of like bonus time.
I ordered two things I haven’t had since the surgery. Chicken fingers and fries. I’ve had a metric tonne of chicken over the last 3+ months, but these chicken fingers are breaded. I haven’t had anything breaded yet. As for the french fries, well, I haven’t been in the same room as fries since May. I was concerned about trying both things. I measured out a little more than three ounces of chicken and another three ounces of fries.
I was pleased with the way the chicken went. It tasted good and it didn’t have any negative effects. It took me a long time to get through it, but I did and all was well. I looked at the fries, which were next on the menu agenda and… chickened out. I really want to be able to eat french fries. I’ll try it, just not tonight. I swapped them out for some grapes.
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