I have said many times within the pages of Misdirected that weight is not important to Lor and I. That it is only a number, that the importance of weight loss comes from improved health, enhanced mobility and energy, and a better quality of life.
Please allow me to step away from that well-reasoned thinking for a moment, to make an announcement.
“100 FREAKING POUNDS!!!!”
You read that right – as a couple, Lor and I have lost one hundred pounds as of our weigh-in today.
When we began this process, added together, our total weight was over 550 pounds. No wonder our bed creaked at night, even lying perfectly still. We were carrying the weight of an extra (tall) adult male between the two of us.
Lor’s weight loss was already remarkable, even before the surgery. Since the surgery, she managed to average an additional pound of weight loss a day. I, of course, had a bit of a step back last week, but reclaimed that weight and lost another pound on top of that in the last week.
Our Nutritionist warned us that those who lose quite a bit of weight before surgery might experience a dramatic slow-down in weight loss post-surgery. But, even if that should occur, I am already within 10 pounds of my original goal of losing “around 50 pounds”. Lor has not needed a single dose of insulin since leaving the hospital. I feel better than I have in years. Lor will too, once the holes in her stomach finish healing up and she can re-graduate back to soft foods. (I have never seen a person crave refried beans more.) She has already gained back her mobility, and just needs to start working on her stamina.
I am not sure what to expect from here, honestly. Another 100 pounds of joint weight loss would put us into uncharted waters – Lor would weigh right around what she weighed at 17 years old. I would be somewhere in the neighborhood of 200 pounds. I have never been at a stable weight of 200 pounds, having gone from around 160 to 225 somewhere in my early twenties, the weight arriving as I also grew about 4 inches taller. (Can you say late bloomer?)
Lor and I make sure to keep telling each other: “Now comes the hard part.” Losing weight has never been an issue for either of us. Keeping the weight off – now that is where the rubber meets the road. But we have each other to keep us both honest, to enforce workouts, to police one another’s dietary habits. Unless we collectively decide to give up on this, I have faith in our success.
Wishing I Could Hug Lor Without Injuring Her,
PS – 28 days till my surgery. Not that I am counting, or anything.