OMG! What a weekend!

Well, I didn't exactly make it a week of posts last week, but I am being more consistent here at least. I hate to bore everyone when I have nothing useful to say. I know some of you are probably wondering why I talk at all then! LOL

So one thing I have been trying to focus more on is quality of life goals - focusing on those things that I used to be able to do that morbid obesity took from me. The premise being that I can take my mind off the scale and the lack of movement there. Seriously. Been stuck there for 3 weeks now, and even gained 2 pounds last week. But that's what I get for eating Thai, Korean, and Chinese all in a span of 4 days. Lesson learned.

But that list consists of such things as riding a roller coaster again.... of going sky-diving.... of water skiing again.... of learning to scuba dive.... things such as these. Think of it as sort of pseudo-Bucket List. Things such as these are what WLS folks call non-scale victories. Wearing a smaller size of clothing is just icing on the cake. I already wrote about kicking the last of the BP meds last week. This weekend, I was able to check one of those items off my list.

Yes, that's right boys and girls, I water-skied. For the first time in almost 20 years I was able to get up on a pair of water skis. In fact, I was able to get up on the first try, and I stayed up until I told David to drop me by the shoreline. (BTW, a big shout-out to David Hall - he is a co-worker and friend of my brother-in-law, Todd. Now I can say that both David and his lovely fiancee' Heather as well as his parents are now friends of mine and Gerald. Wonderful, generous, sweet people.) And David knows how to pull folks on skis. He was completely calm and reassuring so I didn't have any fear of falling and embarrassing myself. If I fell, so what? I'd try again. But I didn't. David and Heather as spotter let me know when I was coming into some choppy water so I was able to keep my knees bent properly. I could go on and on.....

But the most important part of this whole story is that I felt FREE. Free from the bonds of morbid obesity and the ravages it had on my body. Free to do anything I want. Free to live my life to the fullest! I can't describe the feeling. I got a little teary-eyed then, and even now when I think about it. If you've never lived with the daily pain of morbid obesity and the toll it takes on your body, count yourself very fortunate indeed. And for any folks out there who may be reading this, especially those of you who don't know me personally, if you are living in that prison, let me say it again, you can be free, too!

Words can't describe how good it felt yesterday to move my arms and feel the soreness in my shoulders. Yes, it felt good! I hate we don't have pictures to share, but we will, next time! Yes, there WILL be a next time! But there is no way that next time will feel half as good as realizing a personal victory such as this.

Hope you have a great week! Go out and have your own personal victory, whatever form it takes. Now that's living.........

Yesterday was my 1 mo. Surgiversary!

"Surgiversary" is what we call an anniversary in WLS terms. I woke up to a good ol' DS cleaning out, and weighed. A friend of mine from the DS board says we should weigh first thing in the morning, post DS poop, while naked, dehydrated and exhaling. So that's what I did. I weighed in at 262, so that's exactly 32 pounds since surgery, for a total of 43 pounds over all.

It's been a pretty quiet weekend. We went to mom's yesterday and that was nice, well, except for the rain and cold and general yuckiness of the weather. I took her some clothes that I'd gotten from a clothing swap that are not my style. Mom really appreciated them! We also stopped by and saw Adrianne and Todd yesterday. Just hung around and BS-ed for a while.

Today I didn't feel very good. Nothing bad, just not a lot of energy. So we've laid around all day except for the trip to the grocery store. I've been wrapped up in my Snuggie that Mom gave me for my birthday and another blanket. Did I mention that I am constantly cold since surgery? Geez! I've never known anything like this! Gerald also built a fire in the fireplace and it was nice. I could tell when it went out. I really do long for one of those days when it's sunny and 90 degrees and I can go lay in the sun by the pool and get warm! Kinda like a blue-tailed skink on the concrete sidewalk.

And since it's so gross outside, the least it could do is SNOW! I'd love to see one more before winter is gone. I hope we wake up to one in the morning.