I did enough griping about my scale, stuck in one place, numbers not moving. Now, it's time to share some good news. Guess what? It's moving. In the absolute correct position.
I had to figure a lot of things out on my own and by George, I think I've got it. A few calls in to the Surgery Team. They did very little except reassure me. Come to think of it, that's a lot! A bunch of visits to the Bariatric Forums on line, armed with the knowledge that most of those people, the bigger losers, are probably half my age and two times my starting weight. That would account for the fact that they were dropping pounds like flies and I wasn't. I had to have patience as everyone on my support team urged. And I did. And it has finally paid off. My scale is behaving quite nicely, thank you, and weight is coming off. Finally.
A day with my "stomach" is not like a day with any other stomach I know. Yes, I do get hungry. But that's a good thing. Call it "head hunger" if you will, but it is a signal that tells me that the bit of my stomach called a "sleeve" is empty and probably should have something in it again. So, I give in to the signal, making choices that are protein-first, and the signal goes away. I spend hours in my kitchen, either prepping or cleaning up. Remember, Joe's still got 100% of his stomach!! Come meal time, I am still following the "soft" diet and, protein first, getting some veggies in along for the ride. Again, my sleeve works very efficiently as it gives me yet another signal. This one says, NO MORE! If I don't listen, I pay the price. Do you know how it feels to be "stuffed" and to not have the capacity for one teensy bite more? God bless my recliner chair. I take to it like Winston Churchill, and I wait for the feeling of way-too-much to leave.
Now, I have a new problem. My clothes are baggy. Or is it that they're just old, tired, worn out and stretched? Hmmmm. I think that was my stomach's problem. I am truly sorry for it.