This morning was "weigh day," so I turned on the shower, and while it was warming up I stepped onto the scale. When the number that appeared showed a 5 pound loss, I stepped off, let the scale reset, then stepped back on. The same number appeared again. Just to make sure the scale wasn't messing with me, I stepped off one more time then stepped back on. The same number popped up. I figured three times in a row wasn't a fluke. The next thought that entered my mind was: did I have 5 pounds worth of flesh removed with my surgery? I'm pretty sure I did.
One of the most notable changes I'm experiencing since the surgery is how light I feel. Pre-surgery, I was constantly adjusting, re-adjusting, and uncomfortable. Sports bras were the worst comfort offenders, mostly because I had to wear two to really get any support out of them. Back when I was into the sprint triathlons, I had to wear either two sports bras or one really tight sports bra to keep the melons in check. The downside to minimizing their moving about was I could barely breathe, which is so not conducive to running a 5k. Now, I reach points in the day where I realize I've not had to adjust my clothing, and I'm not thinking about how uncomfortable my clothing is. I like that I "forget" about a part of my self that used to be very troublesome. Maybe when I'm completely healed up, I'll give running another try. Who knows, I might find my "lightness" translate to running a faster 5k.
To date, I'm 12 pounds down since my consult, when I learned how much I'd gained over the last year and a half. The moment I stepped onto the scale then and saw the number, I vowed I was going to make a change. I started logging everything that goes into my mouth, and I mean everything. I set my caloric intake at a reasonable 1500 calories a day, but I'm coming in under that most days. I reduced even further the amount of refined sugar I consume (but yeah, I allow myself a cupcake here and there), and I moved away from low-fat foods. It's whole milk for me these days (or raw milk when I make the time to drive out to the farm to get it), and as fat-filled yogurt and cottage cheese as I can get (which takes a lot of hunting--most grocery stores only carry the low-fat or nonfat varieties--so I'm on a quest to begin making my own yogurt). I also reduced the amount of carbs I eat that come from grains, rarely eating any kind of bread. In the six weeks between the consult and the surgery, I lost 7 pounds. With the 5 pounds since the surgery, I'm now only 3 pounds away from goal (I'm pretty sure I'll reset the goal, but for now, I'm just a mere 3 pounds away). While I'd like to be able to eat anything and everything, I simply can't. My 50-year-old body needs limits and responds best to those limits.
This afternoon I have my check-up with the doc. I'm hoping he's as happy with the healing as I am. The swelling is much less, the bruises are fading, and the pain is only here and there (weird little surges of pain that come out of nowhere and only last for a few seconds). I'm also hoping he clears me to get back on the bike. I'm pretty sure I'm ready, and I'm eager to see if my new-found "lightness" translates to climbing hills even faster than before.