In the last few posts, I updated you guys on all the medical drama with hubs. You might be wondering how I have reacted to the craziness & what its done to my weight....this is a WLS blog. after all. I am an admitted emotional & stress eater and there has been way too much of both in recent weeks which has lead to way too many sugary sweets.
So, can I still fit into all my fabulous clothes?
I am currently bouncing between 146-148lbs. Like I have been for many months.
To go through such an emotional roller coaster & not gain a pound. wow. For me, that is an NSV (although its one I wished I'd never had to experience).
I'm not eating perfect - lots of sugar plus carbs have crept back in - but I still follow the band basics like protein first, don't drink your calories & eat small portions often. Nuts & greek yogurt are entire food groups for me. In a perfect world after plastics, I'd probably weigh about 3-5lbs less but it is what is. If you get to that perfect world, send me a postcard because I soooooo do not live there.
The other basic I still stick to is exercise. In fact, I do truly believe exercise is what kept me sane. I would spend all day in the hospital sitting by my husband's bedside & then go home to run 5 miles. Headphones, deep breaths, pounding of my heart and the world would temporarily melt away. He'd get out of surgery and I'd hop on my bike. Once I got back to the office & struggled getting back in my regular routine, I headed back to my beloved kickboxing and yoga. Working out went from being a chore to a reward. Surprising to say, of everything, yoga was the most important exercise for me during this time. I always felt rejuvenated & resilient after yoga...like I could face one more day and handle whatever happened next. Salvation through sweat, my friends.
I feel different now. Even after I got to goal with the band, I felt like I was a fraud. A fat girl hiding in a skinny suit. Actually, I didn't see myself as skinny at all. I still saw bloated & puffy. I felt like anything could come out of the blue, knock me off my game & I'd pork out instantly. I don't feel like that anymore. I was fat for 10 years - obesity claimed my 30s - but I now I view that decade as an aberration. Not the normal me. For the first time (maybe ever), I feel like this - right now - is the real me. Its a powerful experience. I stared down a crisis and made it my bitch....plus I can rock a size 6 dress & 4" heels.
Next up for me is a big road race at the end of this month. Last year, I did my first ever road race - a metric century of 100km. This year I am going to do the same race but the full century - 100 miles. Yikes! I did a 70mile ride on Saturday and it got rough. The last 30miles, my legs were cramping so bad. It was rather frustrating because I felt like my body is strong enough to do this ride but I gotta figure out how to fuel & hydrate better. Tonight I'm going to "reward" myself with a 40mile easy ride. :)
Update on hubs...he's doing better but bored out of his mind at his parent's house back in Kansas. He's now about 6 weeks out of surgery and starting to resume activities slowly. He still gets headaches but they don't seem to be as bad. Honestly, I wish he'd stay in Kansas a few more weeks until school starts for the kid because once he gets back to Denver, child care is pretty much all on him. I work during the day or travel & the kid will be home all day. But he's bored and I haven't seen the kid since mid-June. Yesterday was her 10th birthday. Sniffle. They are coming home Saturday :)