Interesting that my last blog post was exactly 10 kilos ago! That's how I measure time now. 10 kilos ago - 22 lbs ago!
I have been busy changing my life. Now that the dust is settling and routine is rearing its ugly head I will get back to writing. I'm here for just a few moments so that you don't forget me.
Since my gastric sleeve surgery 16 months ago, I have lost 41 kilos - that's 90 pounds. I will repeat that... I have lost 90.2 pounds.
I also now wear horizontal stripes!! Please don't hate me. It just happened by accident. I was shopping at Mood in NYC for fabric to make a shirt in my sewing class (more on that another time). I chose an abstract design with the suggestion of vertical stripes. Yadda yadda yadda, turns out they were horizontal stripes! And no! You can't just work with the fabric in any direction you choose!
I'm not going to change the name of the blog, however all the references to my old name behind the scenes on this platform may be partly responsible for keeping me away. I'm also not going to post a new picture yet. I will save it for whatever new platform I migrate to.
In a nutshell, here's what it feels like to be me now...
- I can get dressed in 5 minutes. The remaining 85 minutes which I had allotted myself for getting ready for work go to nothing in particular and I enjoy it very much.
- I do not fear getting out of deep, cushy sofas.
- I am not on a diet.
- I walk into any clothing store I want. I often walk out before browsing more than one rack because the music sucks, not because the clothes won't fit.
- I cross my legs a lot. Not because it's comfortable. Just because I can.
- I have discovered my rib cage.
- I have discovered my undercarriage.
- I own a little black dress (!)
- Full length mirrors are my friend. Magnifying mirrors up to my face in a well lit room are not.
- I am obsessed with outerwear, now that I can winter without feeling like Ursa Major.
- I get stabbing gas pains from cabbage.
- I don't dread going to the gym, but I don't love it either.
- I eat a lot of protein.
- I miss having big boobs but I'll live.
- I can probably jog but have no interest in trying.
- I can wear tights and sneakers to run errands and still feel pretty.
The list goes on, but lest you suspect that everything is peachy, I mostly feel like I'm all dressed up with no place to go.
So for now, please accept this sign of life from me as a virtual hug. Thanks for all the encouragement. Love you one and all.