Bought some new clothes tonight. Decided to do a little comparison.
The new clothes sizes: Jeans (36), Shirt (L)
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The one set of old clothes I kept and didn’t donate: Jeans (58), Shirt (5X)
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Been a while since I updated the old blog/twitter. You might notice I had to move over to wordpress since Posterous is shutting down (thanks, Twitter). Ah well.
The weight loss has slowed considerably over the past month, which is neither alarming nor specifically discouraging. Upon my return from New York in February, I was battling a nasty infection that I won’t go into, except to say it resulted in me spending a week bedridden, a week in the hospital, an impromptu surgery, and another week bedridden. Oh, and my kidneys failed. All of this is entirely unrelated to the weight loss and the weight loss surgery I had in August.
It’s all better now. But it resulted in me spending a fair amount of time not doing anything, not eating anything, being on IV fluids, and not working out at all. I ended up gaining about 30 pounds in water weight during my week in the hospital, but once my kidneys started functioning again it came off very quickly. Ultimately, I ended up dropping a fair amount of weight. Unfortunately, a lot of it was muscle weight.
So, for the past month or so I’ve been hovering around 230 lbs, give or take a pound depending on how much clothing I have on and which scale you believe. The good news is that the scale at the gym (the fancy one with all the handles and knobs and I think there’s a hamster in a wheel somewhere) tells me that while my weight is staying about the same, I’m losing fat and gaining muscle. In fact, over a one week period in March I lost five pounds of fat and gained five pounds of muscle.
So, here you go. Me at 230 pounds. 136 less than my pre-surgery weight, 180 less than my heaviest. The next 50 will come a lot more slowly and be a lot harder earned. Here’s to it. (I just noticed this is a mirror image, but meh, I’m not changing it now.)
Tomorrow, assuming the weather gods don’t smite us, we’ll be flying home from New York.In packing for this, I’m reminded of thoughts that struck me on the flight out.
There are a lot of things that people probably take for granted about being a more average size. For instance, the ability to comfortably sit in coach on an airplane. My tall friends will relate — I’m sure they dread any flight in coach where legroom is simply not available. But for me, it was always a different problem. I’m quite average in height (5’9″ or so), so legroom in coach has not been an issue. But seat width, seat belt length, seat trays, arm rests, and just about everything else was a problem.
Not anymore, thankfully. On the flight out, this was my first time flying in coach since losing over 150 pounds (not including flying Southwest where I would buy two seats for me). So, not only could I comfortably occupy my seat without encroaching on my seatmate, but I could buckle the seatbelt without an extender (and still have slack left). I could lower my tray table and have plenty of room to spare, this was a very new experience for me. But even more alarming was I could use my armrests.
Let me explain. When you’re 400+ pounds with my build, you can probably get the armrests down on each side of you, but there’s no way under current laws of physics your arms are going to make contact with them. My typical flight behavior involved an awkward crossing of my arms and hooking my fingers into something so my arms wouldn’t flail into the passengers next to me. But this time, my arms would rest comfortably on the armrests. And, I mean, actual comfort. It’s a weird thing to obsess about, but I’ve spent my entire adult life being tremendously overweight and have never had what I would describe as a normal experience on a plane. Even when I lost 100 pounds back in ’01/’02, I was still over 300 pounds, which is still a lot to be carrying around.
Anyway, that’s my bit of normalcy that I’m obsessing about these days. I think the next one will be when I can comfortably cross my legs. I can get close, but I wouldn’t describe it as comfortable or natural at the moment.
Down to 250 now. Need to go shopping for new pants, I’m swimming in the ones I bought in mid-December, and I bought them a size smaller in the hopes they’d last a couple of months.
As of this morning, I’ve lost about 100 pounds since my surgery on August 31. I say about, since it varies depending on whose scale you talk to — my doctor’s scale says I passed the century mark last week, my bedroom scale this morning says I’m 2 pounds away.





