Yesterday morning, I weighed in at 165.6 lbs. That’s a total loss so far of 51.4 lbs.
Measurements in inches:
||March 18, 2017
||May 7, 2017
I had to buy new bras last week. Because my bra size will continue to change, I bought several inexpensive ones at Target. They’re comfy, but I don’t expect them to last more than the few months I’ll need to wear them. Today I went through my closet and tried on every piece of clothing hanging there. About half went into the donate pile, including nearly all my pants and jeans. Of the remaining half, I expect most of it will be too big by the end of May. I have enough dress clothes to wear to work and just enough casual clothes for everything else. But it’s time to start thinking about digging through the racks at the thrift store.
Next weekend I’ll go through the dresser and try on all the T-shirts and leggings and other casual comfies stored there.
As far as food goes, I’ve involuntarily become nearly vegetarian. I’m unable to tolerate most meats except fish or shellfish, so my protein comes mainly in the form of shakes and bars. My nutritionist said the intolerance will probably resolve itself within the next several months, and it’s okay to use the protein shakes, etc., in the meantime. She also suggested that I try eating dark meat chicken instead of white meat because the white meat tends to be too dry. And she liked that I eat fruits and vegetables for snacks. Much better than my pre-surgery snacks of chips or chocolate or donuts (although I did confess to the occasional small bag of Fritos or a single Rolo).
And it just keeps coming off. As of the time of this writing (several days before the blog entry will be published), I’m down 44 lbs.
These two pictures were taken quite some time apart, as you can tell by the length of my hair. The blue photo was taken at the beginning of my last major attempt at weight loss, in November 2014, so about two years before surgery. The pink photo was taken March 31, 2017. (Yes, I should have done photos right before surgery, but I didn’t. We’ll have to make do with these and whatever candid or yarn-project-modeling photos I can find that were taken shortly before surgery.)
Front view. I can see the beginnings of a waist again. That makes me happy. I still have the shirt and cropped pants I’m wearing in the blue photos. I’ll do my best to wear them the next time we take a set of progress photos.
In clothing news, all but one of the items that had been banished to the upstairs closet because they didn’t fit have been retrieved. Because now they fit. The one item that doesn’t fit is a velvet dress suitable for holiday parties and dress-up occasions. It’s still too tight. Unfortunately, it’s doubtful that it will fit at the time the holiday parties and dress-up occasions roll around again, but at that time, it will be too loose. Maybe I’ll ask my husband to take me out to a fancy dinner when it fits again, just to wear it one last time. I’ve started weeding out the clothes that are now too large and too much trouble to have altered; they’re being sorted into piles to go to Goodwill, to bariatric support group clothing swaps, and to the business-appropriate clothing drive for women in shelters.
As of March 18, 2017:
- Bust 43″
- Waist 40″
- Hip 45″
- Thigh 25″
- Calf 17″
- Upper arm 14″
- Neck 14.5″
Before anyone freaks out about the bust/waist/hip ratio, I always had a fairly straight figure. Not too many curves,which is why dress mannequins never worked for me when I sewed my own clothes. If I remember correctly, my measurements in my early 20s were approximately 33/27/35. When I gained weight, most of it was gained in the belly, and there were times when my waist measurement exceeded my bust measurement. Believe me, this is progress.
Picture taken December 3, 2017
- Eight and a half weeks since surgery
- Total weight loss: 34 lbs.
- 68 pounds to goal
I never took my measurements before surgery, so I can’t tell you how many inches I’ve lost anywhere. Next time my husband and I are in the same room with a tape measure, we’ll remedy that situation and have inches to report in the future.
What I can tell you is most of my weight loss has been belly fat, so several pairs of pants now fit that previously I couldn’t even button. Some of them I haven’t worn in three or more years. More clothes await me in the upstairs closet. Drop another 10 or 15 pounds, and I’m in.
Picture taken February 25, 2017.
What’s funny about that is every single item of clothing that I can now wear, including virtually everything I’ve been wearing for the last year or so, is labeled size 16. And so are the clothes in the upstairs closet that I can’t wear yet. Okay, there are a couple of 16W labels in the mix, but come on. How can I have gained 40ish lbs. since moving to Atlanta over four years ago and STILL wear a size 16? Vanity size inflation by the clothing manufacturers, that’s how.
Here’s another odd thing. I don’t seem to have lost any in breast size, which is totally unexpected. Ordinarily, when women lose weight, the boobs go too. But my bra cups still fit just like before, although the bands are less tight. That probably won’t last long. We’ll see how it goes.