Changes

I went back to work last Monday.  Even though I have had tiring days I seem to have so much more energy than I did before the surgery.  I no longer have the need to come home and nap every afternoon.  That doesn't mean that I don't veg out, but I am not sleeping my life away.

I am going through clothes to find things that fit right now.  It certainly helps to have years worth of clothes that I grew out of and couldn't bear to give away.  However, my family room looks like a disaster area.  I have piles of this size and that size sitting around.  One thing I am not keeping is clothes that I have grown out of.  Those clothes are going into a special box to be given away.

I am now eating solid foods again.  It is nice to have a greater variety to choose from.  I just no longer find joy in eating like I used to.  It seems to be somewhat of a chore.  Yes, I did just say that.  And I can't believe it was me who said it.  Before I never understood those people that ate to live.  Now I have an inkling of what that is like. I really hope this feeling never goes away.  I would much rather force myself to eat than force myself to stop.  I feel I would just rather drink. Water that is, no alcohol for me.  I have read that people who have had gastric by-pass can become addicted to alcohol very easily, even if they never had a problem with it before.  I have no desire to trade one addiction for another.

Down twenty-five pounds and counting.  Current measures are updated.  I will put up the new weight tomorrow.  Got to give it every day that I can.  I am still working on looking in the mirror and being okay with what I am and what I am becoming.  It can be so hard to not look at how far I still have to go.  Self image can be a tough thing.