Ta-da! The last weight. Last night was very unpleasant. I shivered all night. I got up six times to go potty. Usually, this means a spectacular weight loss the next day. Today...not. A measly .2. Oh well, what's done is done. (Massage oil--d'oh!)
The final weight loss tally this cycle: #26.6. Let's call it #27, ok? Were I not sleep deprived, I'd dig up the other stats right now, but I will later. Got to leave you coming back for more (heh). If you count in the pounds I had to RE-LOSE (I know...call Oprah, I have issues), it's #18 new ones.
I missed my goal by 3#. But even so, it's good, right? I consider myself (and if I'm lying to myself, be kind and keep it to yourself) no longer obese. I believe I've graduated to chubby. Pleasingly plump? I like that one. Or as a rakish friend once said, "Chubby in all the right places." Hah. Maybe not there yet.
Ok, my new plan for the down time (Cripes, wish it was today; I'm hungry pal!): work on my overall health and eating. I have lots to do there. Lots of water, exercise as I can (building up from the dreaded surgery), portion sizes, learning new veggies, etc.
Boy, did I do a happy dance this morning when I was done with my last injection. My legs are so bruised and the skin tough from doing the shots. Felt like I needed a tack hammer the last week. Not pleasant.
I'll leave you with this for now, speaking of unpleasant--and last night. Being cold sucks. Normally, in my life, coldness has not been a problem! I figure it's a combination of my northern European genetic heritage and my ample layer of insulating padding. But the meds make me COLD. Night is the worst.
So, here's the twist. This morning, at oh, about 4:00 as I was so cold I was unable to get back to sleep, I discovered a pocket of gratitude. Yeah, I'm cold. But I know why. And I have the ability to treat the cold. I have more blankets (an unlimited supply, it seems) to pile on (sorry, Mark). I have more clothes to put on. Soft, cozy clothes. I have a husband to snuggle up to. I have a heater to turn on. In my own home.
Am I blessed, or what?
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