I had my three month check in with the surgeon last Friday and learned that I’m ahead of schedule in my weight loss. The expectation for me at three months was that I would have lost 25% of my excess weight and I’ve lost 31%. Hells, yeah!
Besides my insatiable need to be an overachiever and win the approval of every “authority” figure in my life - like the surgeon (yeah, I said it), I am just relieved. I haven’t been following my prescribed diet as closely as I did the first two months and my weight loss has slowed dramatically. There was part of me that knew this was normal, but I just had to have the professional tell me so.
And the surgeon finally gave me a number – a goal.
It is good no one gave me a weight before now because I would have totally obsessed over it for the past three months. I feel ready to handle it now. So, 150 it is. That’s less than one half of my weight when I started this journey three years ago.
My mind automatically says I can’t even imagine what 150 is going to be like, but that’s not entirely true. Last night I saw it in my head clear as day. Now I’m just trying not to get ahead of myself and start creating charts and planning out how long it is going to take to get there.
I was told last Friday that I can expect to lose 50 to 60 more pounds by my 1 year “surgerversary” date if I stay on the same path I am on now. That’s as much weight over the next eight months that I just lost in three.
Patience and persistence is going to be motto for the next year.