I started to feel good and stopped writing..
One month out of surgery and I started getting my energy back. I don't know what I did those last few weeks, but I think I finally cooked a few things for myself, tested some new food boundaries and decorated for Christmas. Now I need to get my act together and take Christmas down. Zeke's mom is storing her car in our garage while she is in Colorado, so I can't really store things in the garage until she leaves on Thursday. Hopefully this weekend I can get in there and do some more sorting of "throw out" "donate" and "keep" so that we can eventually store items AND a car in the garage at the same time. I think we'd be the first in our row of townhouses to actually keep a car in the garage. It would just be nice on the snowy days.
I did some semi-major shopping after Christmas since I had no pants that fit (unless they had a drawstring). I'm now down about 4 sizes. and most exciting of all - i continue to not be a diabetic. no signs of any lows or highs. it's wonderful. I ate a forkful of cake the other day, and i'm not sure why... I think it might of been to make my mom feel better. and yes, I realize how sick/strange that sounds. She would die before givign up sugar. she just can't. so when she didn't have a sugar free dessert for me she felt so bad. I didn't care really. I was happy to drink a glass of milk. I don't really require much. but she looked so disappointed, that I said i could have a BITE. so I literally ate a bite of cake. it was ok. I'm not much for cake, and when I am, I'm specific about the cake. I'd have rather had a chocolate chip cookie or some other sugary demon. oh well. She felt better and I didn't feel worse, so we all win....but man, the power our family has over what we eat and don't eat is amazing.... even as an adult.
My grandmother told me I looked good with the weightloss. "not that you looked bad fat". I think you can only get away with that when you are 95 years old. I swear, she's confused a lot, but she's not confused at all when she wants to talk about the size of my butt. I hope she lives to see me as small as I'm going to get and still recognize me. All that worrying about my weight shouldn't follow her into her next life.
Last thing I want to say: I don't mind being back at work. It's fun to see people look at me and be all surprised. But the downside is, i miss my cats. Apparently, I could stay home and play with them for weeks on end and not get bored. They took care of me the first few weeks with their loving snuggling and avoiding stepping on my belly. MEOW.
I did some semi-major shopping after Christmas since I had no pants that fit (unless they had a drawstring). I'm now down about 4 sizes. and most exciting of all - i continue to not be a diabetic. no signs of any lows or highs. it's wonderful. I ate a forkful of cake the other day, and i'm not sure why... I think it might of been to make my mom feel better. and yes, I realize how sick/strange that sounds. She would die before givign up sugar. she just can't. so when she didn't have a sugar free dessert for me she felt so bad. I didn't care really. I was happy to drink a glass of milk. I don't really require much. but she looked so disappointed, that I said i could have a BITE. so I literally ate a bite of cake. it was ok. I'm not much for cake, and when I am, I'm specific about the cake. I'd have rather had a chocolate chip cookie or some other sugary demon. oh well. She felt better and I didn't feel worse, so we all win....but man, the power our family has over what we eat and don't eat is amazing.... even as an adult.
My grandmother told me I looked good with the weightloss. "not that you looked bad fat". I think you can only get away with that when you are 95 years old. I swear, she's confused a lot, but she's not confused at all when she wants to talk about the size of my butt. I hope she lives to see me as small as I'm going to get and still recognize me. All that worrying about my weight shouldn't follow her into her next life.
Last thing I want to say: I don't mind being back at work. It's fun to see people look at me and be all surprised. But the downside is, i miss my cats. Apparently, I could stay home and play with them for weeks on end and not get bored. They took care of me the first few weeks with their loving snuggling and avoiding stepping on my belly. MEOW.