Saw my doctor on friday, August 19th, for my weekly appointment. I was pretty excited to tell you the truth, as I was expecting to hit the 220 mark. I was planning for it, visualizing seeing the scale read 220, yup I was ready to drink in those numbers and savor them......well, to say that I was shocked as s*&t to discover that I weighed in at 233 pounds is a little bit of an understatement. FAAAAAAAAAKKKKKK.....WTF-F-F-F-F-FAK!!!! Let me just say that I was dissapointed/bewildered/disgusted/upset at an 8 pound gain, well let's say 6 pounds as the doc's office takes 2 pounds off for stuff like shoes, clothes, water, etc. But still, that is a lot.

My doc was able to reason with me. First he said my appointment times are terrible for weigh-ins as I've already had liquids, a meal and am almost at mid-day, a time when our weight starts to hit its highest point. Did you know our weight can fluctuate up to 6 pounds or so in a day?!
(Um, ok, maybe, go on, I'm listening). Plus I'm PMS'ing, am likely bloated, retaining water AND I hadn't had a BM yet that day. So, all of those factors *could* actually be messing around with what I actually did lose for the week
(ok yes, I see your point Doc). However, even if that is the case, I'd still be at 225 pounds as I doubt I could be down 10 or 11 pounds - can we bloat up that much when we're PMS'ing? 10 pounds, really? That much? Is this even possible? Could I actually be down to 220 pounds and bloated up like a beached whale to 231 pounds?! I must have lost weight as the Doc said just by looking at me he could tell from my previous visit that I had lost weight. Also, that same friday and the past two days at work, a few people have commeneted that they noticed I had lost " a lot" of weight. I know they aren't BS'ing me as they are people that I did not tell I had the surgery. Also, I've noticed that clothes I wore last week, specifically pants, are starting to float on me, to the point where I'm going to have to wear a belt to hold 'em up.....or just go and buy some pants that do fit. This is why I hate scales....they LIE!!!!!!!
Riddle me this, riddle me that........is it possible that I'm just a bloated, beached, PMS'ing whale or have I hit a plateau at 7 weeks post-op?
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