It’s been a minute since I’ve posted a meaningful update. Meaningful is relative because I’m not entirely sure a single other soul has ever read this blog. 🙂 But I digress.
While not a long post, this one covers a lot of categories: struggles, victories, food, history, life post-op, etc.
The Struggles
I’ve had ’em. Mainly in the food habits…old habits creeping in. I always said I wanted to eat “normally.” I didn’t want to spend my days counting carbs, measuring, etc. There’s nothing wrong with those who choose that…I just wanted to try to be a normal person, with a normal relationship with food. But the reality is I’m not sure I can do that.
I’m coming up on 2 years post-op. I remember early on how fastidious I was at keeping track of all my food. I remember one of the first times I “cheated” and how petrified I was that I had screwed up.
Then there was sweet spot zone, where I learned to eat normally, without tracking, but was still losing.
Then I hit about 235…just a mere 10 pounds away from my person goal. By the time I got there I think my eating habits had shifted for the worse.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not pounding 3 cheeseburgers and an extra large milk shake or my own large pizza. But my habits have slipped considerably, and right now my only saving grace is that I have a small stomach.
I got within 3 pounds of my goal and then utterly stalled out. For the last 3 months or so I’ve been between 230 and 227, just bouncing around…but this week I was at 234. Sigh. That’s not a lot. I have to tell myself I’m not derailed and I can fix this. But I have to do it too…and I’m struggling with old habits of “I will start at the first of the week” or “start next week”. I gotta get it together.
The Victories
I have to remind myself I still have victories too. This picture is proof of one of many.
Three years ago, even this time two years ago, if you’d have told me that I would be out on our local greenway, at 7:45 on a Saturday, walking and jogging a 5K, I would have thought you were completely insane. But there I was. It’s not pretty. It’s much more walking than running.
I’m never going to run a marathon or compete in a triathlon…but I CAN walk/jog 5K.
I can go hiking.
I can mow my own yard.
I can park further away.
I shop for “normal” clothes.
I can fit in “normal” booths.
I’m not the biggest guy in a room of 100 people.
There are victories and I have to remind myself how important they are!