Six week check up with the surgeon - who was VERY personable today - was excellent. He was all like, "You're right on track." And I was all like, "What do you mean I'm 'on track'? Don't you mean I'm the BEST patient you've ever had and I'm kicking the butt of every other tiny tummy out there?!"
He also told me to be very protective of my journey and that I shouldn't feel the need to share it with everyone. Uhm... whups?
(1) For the first time in my 13 1/2 years at work, I exercised on my lunch break - 7,500 steps along the riverfront. Love that I had hit 10,000 steps by the time I got home! (2) Bracing myself for the 6 week check in w/the surgeon tomorrow who will surely yell at me about something. Everyone else loves Dr. Pop, but he has always been a curmudgeon with me. His experience trumped our lack of bonding however. (3) I found the ONE person in the world that didn't know I had surgery today. The IT guy quietly asked me if I was losing weight. You caught me, Henry. I *was* trying to do it on the down low. Ha!
(1) I'm down 39 lbs from my heaviest, 33 from my pre-op weigh in. (2) I am having a ball shopping in my own wardrobe... wore a skirt today that was too tight, like, 4 seconds after I bought it a year ago. (3) Today Fitbit tracked me as burning 2,938 calories - My Fitness Pal gave me credit for 438 calories for the very same activity (the two apps are linked). My Fitness Pal is an asshole.
Sunday mornings are now devoted to prepping meals to take to work... 5 morning snacks (cottage cheese & peaches or tangerines), 5 lunches (ricotta bakes) & 5 afternoon snacks (humus, cucumber slices & a Babybel light). Add in protein shakes w/PB2 for breakfast and I think I *might* actually hit my protein goals early enough to eat vegetables for dinner this week. I kinda miss the green stuff.
For the past two weeks I have this weird - and not at all reasonable - sensation that my body is collapsing in the middle, like my stomach and all that extra fat that surrounded it used to hold me upright. My abs are actually sore from being so engaged all the time. I'm sure there is some great metaphor in all of this...