Something Else to Think About

Finally, the numbers on the scale are moving a little better. Nothing fabulous but any movement at this point is appreciated. I finally went below 300 but I wasn't as excited as I thought I'd be. I know its because it took weeks to lose those last 4 pounds. Its hard to be excited when I feel like I have so much catching up to do for all those weeks I didn't lose anything.

I finally got my husband to get the picture off the camera. He took them almost 3 weeks ago and I am just now getting to post them. I had him take some more last night while he was at it. I figured if he had the camera out he might as well snap a few.

I am having a really hard time seeing much difference in the pictures. I am trying really hard to find any difference and be happy about it but I guess I just always thought that 43 pounds would look like so much more. I know that is because if anyone else in my life lost that much weight it would make a huge difference and with me its such a small part of me.

I officially can't wear my wedding rings on my ring finger anymore. So, I guess I'm losing weight in my hands. I started wearing them on my middle finger. It feels weird but I don't want to lose them and I don't want to go without them. My watch slides all the way around my wrist now so I guess I am losing weight there too. I just want to look in the mirror and see a difference without having to compare pictures and measure every body part looking for a difference.

Note to Body: I know that we're losing weight all over but I would be much happier if you would just shed the pounds in my mid section. That is where we will actually be able to visually see a difference and it would make us most happy. Thank you Body for listening and taking my request into consideration. I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Anyway, I truly am happy to see the numbers change on the scale. I just can't help but wish for more. My expectations of the weight loss after surgery were just too high. I expected to be in some of my old clothes by now. Instead, I'm still living in sweat pants and t-shirts. Ugh. I have no choice but to keep trudging along, trying to hit protein goals and trying hard not to throw up every solid that I put into my body. It feels like a losing battle right now but it has to get better. It just has to.