Vacation

I'm sitting at a laundry mat in Missoula Montana this morning. We've spent the week in Glacier National Park and are headed to Grand Teton today and then up to Yellowstone by early next week. It's been lovely to spend this time with my husband. We have rented a convertible and thankfully his ear is cooperating so we have been able to chat while I get sun.

Yesterday we chatted about food and how he just can't eat anymore when he's full. What started the conversation was his being behind some woman at a mini mart who was buying a 44 ounce Sprite and 3 bags of pork rinds. Normally he does not pay attention to that kind of thing but he mentioned it to me when he got in the car and then again about 50 miles down the road. He wondered why she would do that? Consume that many calories with no nutritional value... Hard to say but every reason I came up with he couldn't really relate too. It was enlightening to actually discuss this with him again. I don't think he really understood how important he has been to me in my journey. I've said in the past that I have learned from him. So true- his biology is something I think many heavy people covet. I know I'm not built like him but I can take cues from how he lives with food. There is no right way to lose weight ( well, within reason) or keep it off... We are all different but how wonderful that we can learn from one another.

Six Weeks Post Op

Maybe I have gotten a bit aggressive with the activity?  I have also been slacking on the compression garments in this heat and now I am paying price.  I have a small fluid pocket.  I'm hoping it will reabsorb over night.  I have garment on and plan on leaving it there for a few days.  Well, I'll change it out but you know what I mean.

Left side is just about healed.  I'm almost there!  Scars are tightening again a bit right now... as they do at about 6 weeks.  It's slightly uncomfortable but it's not keeping me from actually using the toilet like a real person again!

Gym is totally different experience in this body.

 

I joined a gym

For real and true.  I am tired of being skinny fat and weak.  I am tired of making excuses for myself.  I don't want or need to lose any weight, I just want to be steady on my feet.  We'll see how it goes.

As for the lack of blogging.  Sometimes, especially after I've been sitting on my ass for weeks thinking about how and why I have gotten to where I am-- I need the break.  You see I don't always think about this stuff anymore.  I just live my life.  I hate how that sounds, but it's true.   Plastics brings all back for me, it's like a former life and as I've said, I don't mind the reminder of who I once was, but I prefer to look forward.