Down 66 pounds... still.
I guess my body is catching up from last month's 3 weeks of near starvation. I don't think I'm eating any differently, and I've gone back to the gym. Why isn't that scale budging? I really wish they'd just taken my gallbladder out when they did my bypass. I need to slow my mind down and just look at this like any other plateau. This, too, shall pass.
It's almost time to go buy new clothes. I'm excited that I "get to", but I'm ambivalent because I really don't know what's out there now. That, and ... hey ... I've always been oddly proportioned. That hasn't changed even though I've lost the equivalent of a 7 year old. I'm still thick around the middle and will have a muffin top forever or... until I get my tummy tuck. I guess I'm afraid that newer, smaller clothes are just going to make me feel huge again. It's a mind fuck of sorts. Smaller clothes making me feel huge. Hopefully, someone, somewhere, understands. Maybe I'll end up looking in a mirror and feeling like a jackass for saying that.
In order to realize that I'm not fucking up big time, I have decided to log my food and exercise through myfitnesspal for a few days. Then, I'll know if I'm really doing what the doctor ordered or if I'm screwing myself all to hell and back. I guess we shall see!!
I cleared my closets out. I pulled out about 15 pair of pants/capris that are too big for me.
That's about it for today.
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