Sweet victory

So since THE time I rode "swamp thing" at Wild Adventure and couldn't buckle or unbuckle.... What lead to my realization of my problem... I have just avoided the rides with the harnesses. Anytime we would go, I'd just go get a drink or sit out doing something else.
Yesterday when I slipped on the always-too-tight jeans without a hitch I decided today was the last day to use our passers and I was going to ride that ride.
And that's what we did. I worked for a while in the morning and then went to wild adventures when we got home.
Sat down on the ride and clicked the buckle WITH slack... Was able to click it twice down further on myself. Felt good.
We went on a few others with harnesses and I was just a regular person on the ride.
Sigh.
Monty asked if it felt good and it did. A little piece that had died inside came back to life.... A piece yesterday did the same thing.
So much of my personality has been hidden by the weight, suppressed to not draw attention to myself. No fat girl wants that attention. So you just sit back and chill while everyone else is around.

Now, I'll be interested to see what the bathing suit difference is this summer when we go to Splash Island.

Emotions hit like a ton of bricks

I have tears rolling down my face. I was NOT PREPARED for this. I put on a pair of capris... In the dead of winter, that would never button and I just never took back a few years ago... And they fit! No sucking in, no jiggling and rearranging rolls to get them on, they are loose! Holy emotional! Seems too good to be true!

The society we live In

So I went to an early lunch this week. When I start out I always think about what I can have where.... I was to the end of the street I drive down and there was a waffle house. Eggs and bacon! Score!

So I go and end up getting an omelet. I sat and picked at it, as would be the more appropriate term for my eating style these days. After 15-20 minutes I was full so I asked to pay for the ticket.

The waitress was concerned and asked if there was something wrong with my food. I said "no, I'm just full"
You see, a fat girl picking at food and not
Finishing should indicate something is wrong. If my 102 pound sister did the same thing.... They would have thought she just can't finish her food.

That's the society we live in.

A few of the Little things

It's the little things

Watch rotating around wrist
Seeing a scar again in your face
Rings falling off fingers
Bra underwire working properly
No side bra fat
Wrist bones
Monty noticing from pictures he found on the computer
People commenting about weight loss
Weighing less than your husband

These are in the first two weeks post surgery. I know there are more to come... But it's all the little things to get you to the big things.

Lost

I am going to do other blogs but want to record this while I'm thinking about it...

April my starting weight : ### (still not ready to write that

December 13 (day of surgery) - down 25 pounds

December 29 - down 35

The funny thing is I only see it in my face, in my wrists and in my fingers. I know it's other places but I don't see it.

Here we're my jeans this morning .