Two days ago I weighed myself and my weight loss since the Gastric Bypass surgery was at 99 pounds on the dot. I was positive that I would not be able to wait a full week to weigh myself again because I would not be able to handle waiting for that number to tip over 100.

I weighed myself today. I have lost 100 pounds since the surgery.


Three months and two days and I am down 101.8 pounds. Queue up the marching band and the parade and the circus animals and the fireworks, babie! I’ve lost 100 pounds!


Thoughts on BMI

Two posts back I wrote a footnote about the possibility of my weight dropping below 200 pounds and how I imagine I would be unhealthily thin at that weight.

According to the site I go to when I want to calculate my BMI, that statement is actually super wrong. The calculator page includes this list of BMI Categories:

Underweight = <18.5
Normal weight = 18.5–24.9
Overweight = 25–29.9
Obesity = BMI of 30 or greater

I have spent my entire adult life in the Obesity range. I have a looooong way to go to drop below that category. With my height being 6’4″ I would have to get down to 246 to have a BMI of 29.9. I am so far away from 246 pounds that I haven’t even considered it a possibility.

In order to get below the Overweight category, I would have to get down to 204 pounds. That seems insane to me. Completely out of the realm of reality. Wow.

That means the range for me to be in the Normal weight category is 152 to 204 pounds. I can’t even imagine it. I feel like, at 152 pounds, if I turned sideways I would be so thin you wouldn’t be able to see me. I would be invisible. Really.

So if dropping from 200 pounds to 199 pounds represents entering Onederland… I guess that wouldn’t be unhealthy for me after all. It’s not a goal though. I don’t have a goal number in mind. My only goal is to be healthier and not have to constantly worry that the heart attack is right around the next corner.

I’ll get there.

Eight Weeks

Hello and welcome to the eight weeks post-op update. TL/DR: I feel friggin great.

I weighed myself this morning. It’s been a real mental struggle to stop myself from weighing in more than once a week. Obviously I am not going to tell you how much I weigh. Nope. I will tell you what the losses are though. Last Wednesday the drop was a lot bigger than I expected. Today was nothing like that, but it was still a little bigger than I expected and I am really pleased.

I was down 5.4 pounds today. It wasn’t enough to change the tens column in my current weight. Changing the tens column is a thrill. Changing the hundreds column… now that’s worthy of a celebration complete with circus animals and a marching band and a Blue Angels flyover. It’s going to be a while before that happens.* Still, I am happy today.

My total loss since a few days before the surgery is now 69.6 pounds. I’d really like to round that up to 70, but no. Let’s be literal with this number. I don’t mind being a little fuzzier with the other total though, but I don’t have to today. The total weight loss since my first check in at the weight loss clinic is now 90.2 pounds. Let me spell that out once more time. NINETY POUNDS!


My next check up at the clinic is tomorrow afternoon. I assume they are going to weigh me when I get there. That number will be higher than today’s number (I assume), and I am wondering if I want to include it on my tracker or not. I think it would be a more “official” number than today’s due to the likelihood that the scale is more accurate, and because it’s the same scale I used for both my initial weigh in in January, and the last weigh in before the surgery… But I really don’t want to see that number drop below 90 due to some technicality.

So in summation, allow me to share that I feel fantastic. My energy level… I feel 10 years younger. I can exercise without feeling like I am going to die. I don’t have to stop and rest when I walk for 10 feet. It’s amazing. Yeah, my clothes don’t fit anymore and I look like a clown, but that will be at least partially addressed over the weekend. I still eat too fast and that has kicked my sorry ass a few times now. Nausea is not fun, but I have not been bad enough to take the nausea medication they prescribed for me at the hospital. I just feel great, and I can’t wait to see how I feel with each new week.

*On the Bariatric Surgery Facebook group I have learned that folks refer to the drop from 200 to 199 pounds as Onederland. If I reach Onederland I think I will look like an anorexic. That is too far for me to consider. I think that would make me unhealthy on the other end of the spectrum. Still… Onederland. Sounds pretty engaging.

Surprised Myself

Hello and welcome to the seventh weekiversary of my weight loss surgery. It’s Wednesday and that means it’s weigh in day.

I stepped on the scale today, hoping for a 2-3 pound drop and fantasizing about a 4-5 pound drop, but not thinking that was in the realm of possibility. In Weight Watchers terms (That’s WW now) an average of 0.5 pounds per week is considered spot on perfect. I have been eating more this week than before, and I have snuck in after dinner snacks a few times. The progress should be slowing as a result.

I was down 7.2 pounds. Holy shit snacks. Seven pounds? I am a couple of hours removed from actually stepping on the scale at this point and I’m already wondering if the scale was wrong, or did I read it wrong (I absolutely did not), or if I step on it again would it be significantly different?

I have a spreadsheet that I use to track my weekly weigh ins. It has a column for week to week change, and two fields for total. One total is the weight loss since the last pre-surgery weigh in and the other is the total since the first weigh in. They are 64 and 84 pounds. I say again, holy shit snacks. I also added a column for BMI today. My BMI has dropped 10.3 points since the first weigh in.



I don’t usually do things like this, but I saw this in a bariatric surgery Facebook group (the only reason I even went back to Facebook) and wanted to save it.

A table of weight loss equivalence….

I am definitely better off without the extra 200 sticks of butter.

Did I mention I’m wearing a t-shirt today that didn’t fit six weeks ago? Yeah. I am.

Clothing Issues and Lunchtime Musings

I mentioned yesterday that I have lost 50 pounds in the last five weeks and that my clothes don’t fit. That may have been a slight exaggeration. They are definitely too big, but I can still wear them. It’s not an emergency yet.

Last night I was in my closet looking for something to wear today. There are some old collared shirts that were too small for me prior to the surgery. I pulled one out. I’m wearing it right now. It fits fine.

Part of me feels like nothing has changed. Another part of me feels like everything has changed. I have so far to go though. I’ve barely scratched the surface. Here’s hoping I can continue to ride it out with old clothes for a while. In a way, that might sort of connect me to… me.

No new info on my mother yet today. My sister is at the hospital with her. It’s brutal. I need to do more.

The 2022 50/90 Challenge is less than a month away. I am not going to do it in an official way. I will not be signing up on their website or anything like that. One user ruined the whole thing for me last year and I don’t want to deal with that again. I didn’t sign up for FAWM back in February either. FAWM and 50/90 are different log ins, but it’s run by the same people and has many of the same users. I just don’t wanna.

Having said that, I will probably still try to write 50 songs between July 4th and October 1st. I’ll still do the challenge, I just won’t do it in any official capacity. Ain’t I a stinker? No, I am not. I just like doing goofy music challenges. What can you do?

Did I mention that the Red Sox are three games above .500 and are sitting in the last playoff spot? There are three wild card slots this year and all three AL slots are held by teams in the AL East. Sucks to be the rest of the league.

The Bruins fired their coach. Patrice Bergeron is likely to retire (please, no!). Half of the team is in the middle of off season surgery. Now we’re hearing that Pasternak might be wanting out. He has a year left on his contract and the rumors are that he won’t sign an extension. Shit.

Okay. I need to finish my 3.1 ounces of canned chicken lunch and get back to work.

Until later, friends.

One Month

Happy One Month Since the Weight Loss Surgery Day!

I said I was going to weigh myself today but as of now I am not going to (I actually did and I was up a fraction of a pound so I have decided that didn’t happen).

I have lost 49 pounds since the Friday before the surgery, and 69.6 since the first weigh in back in January. I put on jeans for the first time the other day and my belt was two notches tighter than it was on surgery day. We bought a few pairs of sweatpants on the surgery day and even when I tie them up tight they are starting to fall off of me. My t-shirts, which were just a bit more than waist length on me before surgery, are starting to feel super long. I expect that I will have to buy some new clothes soon.

More important than the numbers and the clothes, I feel different. I seem to have more energy. Prior to the surgery I was doing my daily walking in place (mark time march, babie) and I could get to around 10 minutes before I had to stop and rest. On really good days I could get to 15 minutes. That was sort of my goal. Now, over the last three days I have made it to 32-33 minutes at a time. I am closing my exercise ring in one session and then adding a couple of minutes on to help burn calories for the move ring goal. It’s already getting to the point where the marching in place thing isn’t enough. I am going to start on the exercise bike this week, and in a couple of weeks I think I am going to start lifting weights a little.

I go back to work on Monday. I am going to try to start helping out with my parents next week too. I won’t be able to handle much to start with, but I’ll pitch in more than I have. Now that Jen and I have decided to start venturing out more, I am going to want to try and get the band together too. If we have a two hour practice like we used to, I will probably have to sit for a lot of it, but it will feel fantastic to play with other people again. I have another appointment at the clinic at the end of June, and at that point we’ll be booking the next round of check ins, including more visits with the dietician.

I am eating solid food now. Not a lot, just a little. I am still eating a lot of the same things I had during the pureed stage, I’m just not sticking it in the blender now. Canned tuna fish, canned chicken salad, scrambled eggs, mashed potato. Those sorts of soft things. I’ve had some real food too. Ground beef, chicken breast, fish. The thing now is that I cannot eat very much of it. I was keeping my meals under two ounces during the pureed stage. Now I am getting closer to four ounces, but I think the smaller the portion the better. I have only legitimately felt full a couple of times, but these small amounts of food take a super long time for me to eat and I am just tired of eating and want to stop. I have never, ever felt that way before. This is a new world for me.

This whole process has been a little frustrating and a lot stressful, but as of the one month mark I would absolutely go through it again. I made the right move here.

Let’s see what month two brings.


Remember all those times when I said I was only going to weigh myself on Wednesdays? I started today, Friday, by jumping on the scale. I’m guessing I’m going to do it again tomorrow.

Tomorrow is June 4th. It’s the one month surgeryaversary. I should definitely weigh myself on the monthaversary, right? It would be foolish not to.

There’s also the little fact that I am less than half a pound away from 50 and 50 pounds in one month would be pretty seriously epic, right? Right.


I very much want to avoid stepping on scales. I don’t want the focus of all of this to be a number, I want to focus on how I’m feeling.

Having said that, the number is pretty important. I told myself I would only step on the scale on Tuesdays. I failed. Today is Monday and I stepped on the scale. The progress over the last six days… awesome. I know it’s going to slow down dramatically once I can start eating whole food again, but for now. Just, wow.

Getting Close

It seems contrary to everything else, but during this period of preparing myself for weight loss surgery I have avoided weighing myself too often. At my first consultation appointment they gave me a goal weight. They wanted me to drop 5% of my tonnage in order to make the surgery a little easier to perform. I have my second appointment with the dietician tomorrow so I figured today would be a good day to step on the scale.

If the rudimentary math skills I acquired during my days earning my Bachelors Degree are correct, I have lost about 4.2% of my initial bulk. I don’t feel any different, but my jeans do feel a smidge looser. I haven’t been doing a very good job with all of the things the dietician asked me to do during our first meeting. I have been trying to implement new things one at a time so that I don’t drive myself nuts and lash out against it by eating the whole town. Unfortunately, one of the things I started working on was really difficult and took me a while to get used to. Then we spent two weeks without a kitchen. I’m trying to track my meals but I’ve failed the last few days.

I don’t expect that tomorrow’s meeting with the dietician will clear me for surgical take off, but I am hoping it won’t be too long before I get the okay. I am thinking another month, but not being a dietician and never having been through this before, how the hell would I know? It doesn’t really matter though. The point is I am getting closer. I feel pretty good about that.