On the positive side, this means that I'm healing from the surgery. I have 2 weeks till they lift the lifting restriction, and I can start to work out... walking more and feeling better is starting to feel "normal". I've stopping carrying 2 pounds of nebulizer everywhere I go and switched back to the emergency inhaler which is tiny and doesn't mark me as a sick person.
Today I'm going to concentrate on getting the water I need (in between going to work and seeing V of course). And getting more fiber. Which I'm just not going to explain, fill in that blank for yourself!
I'm working hard on not feeling sorry for myself. I'm counting my blessings. Including being grateful for being a daily weigher, or I would have missed the 2 days this week that I had lost 20 pounds. This time last week I was .4 less than I am now, so if I were a Wednesday weigher I wouldn't understand what was happening. I'm still feeling bummed. But some of it is just that I haven't been drinking water. And I feel so good compared to a month ago! This is not a time to give up, go back to old habits, this is a time to push forward and know it takes patience. Anything else is just some inner gremlin trying to have his way with me. So here I am, drinking my water and having my breakfast shake and then I'm going to go and pack my food for work. Life is excellent, and if I don't realize it, I'll have to make myself carry the nebulizer - maybe even stop to use it - just to remind me, for goodness sake!
Just needed a small pep talk. It's been so much fun to be in that honeymoon phase, to have the weight just fall off like that, to feel like the world was mine. It will be again. I have to remember that the doctor's office has only registered a 13 pound loss and that all they asked is that I try and keep that off before my first fill. And they thought I was doing fine. So.... all else is just smoke and mirrors, my girl.
I'm going to get out there and do my day now.