Beach Time & A Few Surprises

At the beach for the week. First of all my bathing suit is huge on me! This is awesome and also slightly irritating. Primarily because I feel like one wave is going to rip it off of me. I also feel like the bottoms of the suit are dragging behind me.

One surprise is that I walked 2 miles this morning and 2 miles this evening in the sand. The other huge surprise is that I've been hit on twice by the same guy on the beach who I keep running into on my walks. Nice guy, but I'm not interested. At first I thought he was just being friendly, but now I think I need to change the direction I'm walking in.

I laid out all day and actually fell asleep a few times and now I feel much warmer. Thank goodness because I almost froze to death last night. Less and less body fat. Not that its a bad thing, but totally burr!

I'm hoping that by the end of the week I'll be able to work myself up to 6 miles per day. That would be totally awesome. As it is, I'm walking one mile in one direction and then back. I'd like to be able to make it to the water tower which must be at least 2 miles up the beach from the house we're staying in. We'll see how it goes.

Wow!!!

I just decided to get on the scale this morning and see how far I have gone since my doctors appointment last week. At the appointment I was at 217.5. This morning I'm at 210.3. Holy crapinoly!!!! I think that when I hit the below 200 mark, someone had better be around to make sure that I'm not on the floor laying in a puddle of my own drool. That will be the first time since highschool that I've been below 200, when it happens that is. I am so happy I had this surgery and I am so excited for my future! Even my father, who as previously discussed, never has anything positive to say about my physical stature, said last night in front of the entire gang at the fire department that I was looking good. Holy Crapinoly!!!!!!!!!

One Month Follow Up Appointment

I had my follow up appointment yesterday. On the day that my drain was removed I weighed 231.5. When I was weighed yesterday I was down to 217.5. I have lost 14 pounds so far. While this is good, it is not enough. I felt that I should have lost more than that. Doctor says its about average and I should have expected so much of myself for the first month. I trust his opinion and when I go back for my 3 month visit, there will be more of me missing. Having been given the go ahead for some more vigorous exercising, I'm going to start a walking regimen. I already have a pedometer, but I don't think it gets enough of a work out either. Time to start a more strenuous walking program. Speaking of...I'm going now before it gets too hot.

Dumping Syndrome

So...lets be totally honest here. Dumping syndrome SUCKS!!!!!! I found this out today first hand. It began when I went to get my nails done. I was sitting in the chair while the lady was filing my nails (which by the way the look awful). She was happily filing away while my guts were churning like Hurricane Ike! Sweat was pouring off of me. By the time my nails were done and I was waiting for the bus to come, the paper towel I had been using to wipe my fevered brow was soaked through. I got on the bus (which finally arrived 10 hot minutes later) and immediately recognized the driver as one I had had before. One of course that has the hurry up and speed like a demon to the next red light where he slams on the breaks so bad that everybody lurches forward with the momentum of the bus.

I was finally released from bus hell at the corner of Craig and Bayard where I promptly exited to the sanctity of solid ground. On the half block walk to my apartment I stopped twice to hold my tummy and groan, not feeling like I was actually going to make to the bathroom in my apartment. The idea of having a bathroom type of accident in the street near my apartment terrifies me.

I finally got to my building and while waiting for the elevator to arrive I leaned against the nice cool germ covered wall. I know I only live on the 2nd floor and could have walked it, its difficult to climb a flight of stairs when you're squeezing your cheeks together so you don't have an accident. Once in the elevator the smell of cigarette smoke from the building manager overwhelmed me and the urge to vomit almost overwhelmed me. On my way out of the elevator I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants in anticipation of walking through my door, throwing my stuff off my shoulders, slamming the door and having a nice intimate relationship with my porcelain goddess.

Finally my door was staring me in the face, but I could manage to get my key in the door. My hand was so shaky that I had to hold the key hand with the other hand and guide the key to the key hole. I finally got through the door to the beautiful release that I had been longing for. Needless to say that I was on the potty for at least 15 minutes. Shortly after I decided that it would be best to cancel my doctors appointment. After canceling the nurse called me back and we went through all of my symptoms and were able to determine that it was definitely a dumping syndrome incident. Now tomorrow morning I have to call her back and let her know that I'm okay.

I slept from 3:00 to 7:00 in the same fetal position that I had started off in. I never stay in the same position when I sleep. I still had the TV remote in my hand, though I had never turned it on. My cell phone, which had received several messages, never even woke me up. All I can say is that DUMPING SUCKS!!!!!! I aim to never do that again, but I'm not sure how to not do it again since I don't actually know what the hell caused it. All I ate was an extremely moist chicken meatball. Nothing unusual, unless there was a new spice that I hadn't had yet. Either way, I'm having a bit of broth for dinner and that's it. Then I'm going back to bed.

The Accuracy of Bathroom Scales

I bought a new scale. I have been using the one at my fathers house, but doubted its accuracy. Now that I have this fancy new one I am also doubting its accuracy. My fathers scale said 220ish. My new scale said 225.8. I seriously doubt this since I lost a pants size already, and the new pants size is loose already. Its either that or I'm gaining muscle mass and losing inches rather than pounds. Is that possible? I just don't know. I dread what my surgeon is going to say to me tomorrow. I'm scared that he won't be happy with me. Even worse, I'm unhappy with myself for not losing pounds. Just gonna have to hit the track and get a lot more serious exercise in. Gonna have to do my Jane Fonda!