Today I celebrated my 50 pound weight loss at my surgeon's office. Fifty pounds.
I'm not going to lie, I feel like it took a long time to get here. After my lap band surgery in January, the weight seemed to melt off much faster than I had anticipated. However, a couple of months back my inner child and I got me into some trouble with the band. My stoma actually closed completely due to a lot of unresolved stomach irritation. It was not fun. Because of that, the surgeon opened up my band for a month and I got...hungry. So I gained a couple of pounds back. Not much, but enough to do the following: slow me down, open my eyes and get me back on track.
And so it is, 6 months after my surgery, I am celebrating the loss of 50 pounds. It's pretty monumental for me. I feel so much more energy than before. My knees no longer hurt. My feet don't get shooting pains. And it's no wonder! Fifty pounds is a lot to carry around on a daily basis. Let's contemplate, for a moment, a few things that weigh 50 pounds:
|This freaking anvil!|
|This giant bucket of chlorine.|
|This ridiculous burger.|
|This huge bag of potatoes.|
|And FIFTY of these piles of fat!!|