20 Weeks

Thanksgiving.

Just saying that word makes me cringe now!  In the past, it used to be the start of eating season.  Cookies,pies,peppermint lattes,lots of heavy party food,eating out with family for a birthday every month...by New Years,my body was begging me for a break.  I always felt crappy in the past for the month between Thanksgiving and Christmas,but that never stopped me from overeating. Because that is just what people do,so it's ok right!

I am a little sad in a strange way thinking about all that food.  I really enjoy turkey and that is all I will be able to have.  I simply can't eat any more than a few ounces of that.  But I really enjoy a family recipe stuffing that I make and vegetables too.  I won't be able to have those.  Sometimes it really sucks to get full on just one thing, but I am at a crucial point in my journey.  I HAVE to keep up on my protein for health and hair reasons and I am not willing to sacrifice either for food that I want to eat.  I see ton of cookie recipes and giant billboards of amazing holiday coffee drinks and that makes me feel a little defeated too.  But on the same token..I don't have an addiction to these things any more and that is  powerful place to be in.  So bring on the holidays.  I am ready for whatever comes my way!

Today was one of those days that I just felt amazing all over.  I bought a new shirt that was an 18/20..after several trips to the dressing room with the same shirt in a 22/24...I just went for it and got the smaller one.  It looks awesome, I just can't get my head into the fact that I am starting to be able to wear things that are not tent-like.  Form-fitting has never been in my world.  Now it takes me an hour at one store to find that perfect shirt or that perfect pair of pants.  I have to try everything on because I won't settle for frump anymore.  I am learning to live with just a few outfits that fit great and that is very freeing to not have a million choices in my closet of things that might not even fit.

Tonight, at our usual Sunday night dinner with Grandma (who is 89!), she told me I was skinny all of a sudden..LOL.  I didn't know what to say.  All this time I just haven't found a good way to tell her I had surgery.  But on the way out, she asked me again, so I told her.  She is very old school, so I wasn't sure how she would react..BUT..she told me I looked great and she was very proud!  Good for you...she said!  I just about cried..right there.  If you have Grandmas approval...you have everything!

Anyway...

I am on week 20!  5 months after surgery.  That just blows my mind.  To celebrate, Mr. Scale was nice to me:

70 pounds gone forever from my life.  Feels pretty darn amazing if you ask me.  But that also means 30 pounds in 30 days if I want to make my 100 pounds by Christmas.  I am going to have to put on the blinders on to all of the treats that abound and stay focused.  I have come so far in such a short amount of time-can't stop now!

Here's to week 20!