TWO BABY!

TWO BABY!

or

WOULD ANYONE LIKE TO BUY A THREE?

Monday October 16, 2006

297.0 pounds.

98 days since July 10th.
72 down.

I WEIGH TWO SOMETHING!

Truthfully, a year ago I never thought I would ever weigh TWO SOMETHING again. I've been remembering that joy in Bubba's voice back in the spring when he finally popped that TWO bubble. This last month, I was wondering about it for me as well. I just could not get off 307 and then 303. I was there for nearly a month. I even tore up my weight card after last Thursday's meeting as I was so frustrated with myself. But Dr. C said that "sometimes a fill takes two weeks to kick in, listen to the Deaconess Dieticioness, and follow the plan. Either you'll lose, or we'll try a fill again in a bit. Use the tool, measure your portions. It will happen." So, I waited.

But after a great weekend, I was still wanting to get to TWO. I wanted to check. I needed to check. I've been quite unhappy with myself over this, despite people telling me I look great. So I came by the hospital this morning on the way to work. Throughout that great weekend (more about that later), but that nagging little FAT GUY in my brain kept asking, "So, you gonna stay in the THREEs, or are you finally gonna go to the TWOs?". I hear him in my brain all the time. I see him in the mirror when I look into it. Folks tell me I look great, I see that FAT GUY saying "So, you still weigh THREE HUNDRED, eh?". I see old clothes becoming new clothes. I see coats fitting. I see the belt in three notches, but I still see that FAT GUY.

But, I held my breath, stepped on the scale, and the cute Deaconess Receptionist said, TWO , and I didn't really hear the rest for a second, as I was stunned and stammered, "YOU SAID TWO- RIGHT?" The nurse from my happy dance weigh in was there (perhaps she is my good luck charm). The Deaconess Dieticioness was meeting a newbie and stuck her head out the door when she heard me say TWO! To be truthful again, I nearly cried. I hugged them all. (I think they are getting used to me, so perhaps I don't scare them any more).


Now as I am having this great moment, I see a newbie coming for a pre op meeting, He's fat. He is NOT smiling. He is not happy. Basically, I see ME from the past, and still see me the FAT GUY. The newbie was the old me. Now, I'm smiling, dancing, hugging. So, I guess the new me is gonna push that FAT GUY off my shoulder and out of that mirror. Because the next time I see that FAT GUY in that mirror, I'm gonna say TWO BABY to him!.

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Now for the great weekend.

Some, but not all, of my family and friends saw me for the first time in quite a while this weekend. I don't know if the guys noticed, but my sister's sister in law and one of my sister's friends noticed. The friend knows. She is quite happy for me, and very supportive. But as the day was ending, she gave me my usual hug. Then she stopped. "Hey- hold it! I don't have to just pat you on the back, I CAN GET MY ARMS AROUND YOU! HEY I CAN LINK MY FINGERS AROUND YOU!" Wow, I never thought of that. But it felt great. We'll put that down as a big NON SCALE VICTORY.

In other news, I CAN FIT IN THE SEATS AT THE STADIUM. OK, there is still no leg room, but that ain't ever gonna happen. Papa John's Cardinal Stadium has weird one piece molded plastic seats, not the usual stadium seats found every where else. Since PJCS opened in 1998, I've had to smush myself into these annoying things. Sometimes I was lucky if one butt cheek got in. Not today baby! I even left my cell phone and sunglass case in my pockets and could still wiggle! So, let's put that down as a big NON SCALE VICTORY.

I went to church with my Mom on Sunday, She saw me Saturday night for the first time in three months and was amazed. But standing next to me in church she said she could really notice (she's 5'3" and I'm 6'4"). She was amazed that my shirt had tons of room in it, and noted that last year the buttons were pulling. And even wearing a coat in church (I'm freakin cold all the time!), a few of the little old church ladies said I looked taller. Maybe at Turkey Day, they'll have the heat on and they'll actually see LESS OF ME!) Mom even got to tell me- THOSE PANTS ARE TOO BAGGY ON YOU, YOU NEED SOME NEW ONES! (whereas it used to be- those are TOO TIGHT- buy some new ones!) So, we get yet another NON SCALE VICTORY.

Now- the best for last.

THE BEST BIKE RIDE EVER.
No, not the prettiest.
No, not the longest.
No, not the most entertaining.

5.04 miles.
One hour and four minutes.
I even walked a hill that I should be able to ride up.

But, as we talked about a few posts ago, my 7 year old niece wanted to go on a ride with me. Her brothers even wanted to go ( I think they were jealous). We had a brief safety class. I checked the helmets for a decent fit. But, It was like herding kittens. We stopped all the time. We walked up a hill. I yelled at them (for their own safety, of course). They yelled at me. She fell over. She cried. I fixed the boo boo. One brother goes way ahead, I yell. One goes way behind, I yell. Yup, herding kittens. But it was a WONDERFUL AFTERNOON. Why- someone I love wanted to go on a ride with me, and I am now able to do it! I've not had anyone I care for want to go on a ride in years. And a year ago, I doubted I'd ever ride again. I had both on Sunday! I think that this is probably my best NON SCALE VICTORY of all over this journey.

And you know what- next spring- we are going to do it again! I CAN'T WAIT!
Louisville has a great riverfront bike trail. I'm going to take them and then have a picnic on the river. Why- BECAUSE LIFE IS GOOD BABY!
I CAN'T WAIT!


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So, there you have it.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY A THREE?

Why?


BECAUSE I WEIGH TWO BABY! T W O