It’s here! Surgiversary FOURTEEN. This blog was started 14 years ago when I tired of answering the same questions over and over and then over again. This is a check in with info and numbers. There is no fun, crazy weird stories today. Just the info to keep me accountable and forthcoming as that’s how this blog started. So much has changed in those 14 years in the world of bariatrics but many things are the same.
The taste of protein has definitely changed. I think I have PTSD from those early days of stringy, gross Isopure protein drinks. People have played around and developed so many good recipes that I would have never thought I would be entertaining a smoothie with that stuff. If you are looking for an excellent quick one, try this: Premiere vanilla, one tbsp cheesecake pudding (they say sugar free lol I don’t) and 1/2 c frozen blueberries……DELICIOUS!!!
I am what my bariatric nurse friend calls a success story. I don’t feel very successful most days. But as of late I’m feeling great. Here are the stats as I look back over the 14 years. My highest weight was 214#. Yes my 5’3” self was over 200#. There are pictures here to prove it and it wasn’t pretty for sure. My goal was to be able to play in the floor with my grandchildren and I’ve been able to do that until the last few years when the bones have decided they weren’t going to cooperate. My personal goal was to be in a single digit size. I made it past that to a 00 in American Eagle jeans and got down to 108#. I quickly bounced back and I stayed in that single digit until 2 years ago. The first pair of size 10 jeans I bought I told myself it was a comfort thing for the motorcycle, and it was, until it wasn’t.
I absolutely have not one problem with being in a size 10 as long as I feel comfortable within my own skin. I was fine. I was rocking those 10s and even have some cute Crown and Ivy stuff that I adore. Then, I looked at my face and I could see I was addicted once again to something that I could not control. SWEET TEA! Coca Cola had me 14 years ago and now the sugar monster had me again. I knew it was only a matter or time. I spoke with my doc and off the tea I came. My A1C was creeping back up so it wasn’t just about the weight. I had been sitting between 148-154# for the last three years. I never wanted to be over 150# but it has always been a numbers game with me. My brain is wired with numbers being more important than anything. It is not anything I can fix so I just go with it. I could look like the most beautiful woman in the world, with the healthiest of lab work, and be on the front page of a fitness magazine but if the number on the scale doesn’t satisfy me then my world is upside down. Being in my brain is exhausting but everyone knows that already. Finally the 153# and the A1C number got me.
August began another shot at losing. I dropped the sweet tea cold turkey and with the new knee starting working out more regularly. I set a goal to be 125# by my birthday. The first ten fell off. My body knew what it needed to do. I’ve had nothing to drink with the exception of water until the stomach bug hit last week. I’ve had two Sprite with one being last night.
That stomach bug was an absolute nightmare and it dropped me past my goal for myself. I was perfectly content to be at 127# even though it wasn’t reaching the goal but 5# was lost that weekend alone. I do not ever recommend anyone try that. Well, maybe one or two people deserve it but I digress. I actually saw 122# on the scale and looked in the mirror. TOO MUCH! Anorexic I’m not, but again being 5’3” means a little goes a long way. I dropped to a size 4 knowing that it is too small, but I’m going to try and rock that for a little bit. So, if you see me…. I know! You don’t have to say anything. I’m clocking in at 124# yesterday so it’s ok.
So, stats at the fourteen year mark Highest weight 214#, lowest weight 108# Maintained 135-140# for several years then up to 148-154# for last four Current weight 124# with goal weight to stay 125-130# and a size 6-8. Now, I have to work on my peach. I’ve slacked in the workout area since Thanksgiving so when that begins again next week I know those scales will start to trend back up. I need the peach popping and the mommy jelly belly to go away. Maybe the next update will include a photo on fitness mag! BAHAHAHA we all know better! I’m crazy but I ain’t that.
There you have it. The more than you ever wanted to know but keep Tammie accountable yearly check in. Keep a watch, you never know what kind of BS I might come out with next. I’m sure there is a tale in the making here and I always like to share a laugh or two. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all my readers and naysayers :) I love you all!
Happy 14th Surgiversary December 27th!!!!!
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