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Aloha y’all!
It’s Wednesday and y’all know what that means . Just kidding I haven’t done it in forever. But for real life is crazy and I need some balance.
WEIGH-IN WEDNESDAY WEEK 1
CW:157
HW:273
Total weight lost: 116 pounds
My goal is to lose .5-1 pound a week until my two year surgiversiary in August. While still maintaining my milk supply .
Weigh-in Wednesday (on Thursday) 12/18/19
So I promise I weighed in yesterday I just forgot to post.
Highest Weight: 273
Surgery Weight: 246
Pre-pregnancy weight: 160
Current weight: 161.2
GW: 135
I did get down to 159.6 around 7 days postpartum but have been bouncing around 161-163 since then. In all honesty I haven’t been eating good at all. I’ve been eating whatever the hell I want and it’s showing . My goal is to get to 150 before I go back to work. But we shall see I guess. I bought some healthy snacks today when I went to target, doing a full grocery run Saturday. But my house is full of crap food because we’ve had family here for the last month. Going to go through it and see what Dustin will eat. And if he won’t eat it then we are going to get rid of it.
I’m ready to get this last 27 pounds off and finally be to goal weight!
Hello tumblr world…. Well today is shit, my BDD is terrible today. I never knew that the battle with my weight and the fight between my head and the person in the mirror would be after my weight loss surgery. Almost 2 years after making the choice to have the gastric sleeve surgery, and 100 pounds gone. I can’t even look at my self in the mirror, I had more confidence at 320 lbs then any day I get dressed and leave the house now. I have no clothes, and the ones I do have are baggy or make me look homeless.
I know I’ve come a very long way from the beginning of my journey, but I’m still not happy, I want to be smaller, I need to be smaller, I want to see bone, I miss my long hair, or the way my chest sat. And when I do look in the mirror I pick out every flaw I can see.
Like I’m bipolar type 2; I’ve had anxiety and depression since I was like 9… My manic stages are the worst, probably worse then the come downs. I see therapists and am on a ton of meds. And even though I’m with some one who loves everything about me, I’m still embarrassed for him to be seen with me in public. Because I feel he deserves so much better. No cutting, no bad thoughts, just a lot of self hate.
At the end of the day I want to be perfect in every aspect even though I know perfection doesn’t truly exist.
Okay well thanks for listening to me rant. Bye tumblr
I started my journey March 31 2016 at 320 pounds a yeah later I e lost 95 pounds. I should be proud and excited and yet I’m not I’m lost. I won’t quit until I see bone and that may never happen. Physically this was the best decision but mentally I’m so not okay
I’m only 3 months out and I feel as though I should be doing better, losing more… I see women and men who have lost like 60 pounds in 4 months and I’m just not getting there. I have no energy to workout which I know is a huge factor, but I have no energy because I can barely keep anything down. My body decided that protein shakes would no longer be okay and they made me sick, I feel as though I’m never going to make it to my goal of 175, I just wish I knew what I was doing wrong if I’m doing anything wrong at all. I know I can’t physically gain weight because I’m only eating about 500 calories a day, but I’m not losing as fast as I wish I was. And that makes me depressed.