Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 219.3 lbs.

What a nice time we had catching up and spending the day with Rose yesterday! Given that we had over two decades of catching up to do, it was a good thing that the benefit we went to lasted until dinnertime and that we all ended up so hungry when it was over, that we decided to spend even more time together and eat dinner at the Towne restaurant.

Rose was fun, interesting, lively and pleasant company and I decided early on to tell her about my gastric bypass. This would have been a hard subject to avoid anyway since we ended up eating breakfast, snack and dinner with her, and the surgery dictates my choices, habits and appetite. (Not to mention my hair style!) She was very understanding and supportive, and referred to a past friend of hers who also had gastric bypass and was well on her way to losing lots of weight before she and Rose lost touch. Rose seemed aware of some of the issues involved with the surgery and its aftermath, and this made it an easy topic to discuss as a result. She was shocked when I showed her my BJ’s id photo where my face looks like mega gordo woman, and I am grateful that she didn’t have to see this old me in person!

Eating wise, I didn’t make the best choices yesterday, as I did eat bites of buttered wheat toast and home fries that accompanied my souvlaki omelet at breakfast (Danny’s was closed so we chose to go Greek). Then, at the benefit, I ordered a tuna pita sandwich and ate some of the bread and a wee dessert that came with it. I could have done worse however, as there were gobs of homeade desserts, chips and many other snack items for the asking.

On the way back which made the long trip even longer,  we got stuck in returning traffic from the Buffalo Bills game and we all decided that we were hungry once more and that Greek would be a good idea again. We ended up downtown and I realized that I wasn’t up to a whole meal, so ordered chili instead. I was near to finishing the entire bowl but lost the remainder of my appetite, which was a good thing, when my nemesis R.K. walked in (who I’ve mentioned in past posts as the unethical estate liquidator we had the misfortune of using when Tom’s uncle died) . Seeing as I had just recently written him a scathing letter outline my outrage at how he handled “our” affairs, it was awkward to see him (and vice versa, I expect!) to say the least! Too bad this didn’t makle me lose my cookies altogether, for as you can see, the chili etc. did manage to stick to my bones and I have gained a half a pound as a result.

In any event, I ate and played too much yesterday, but then again, what else is new!? Today I have increased my work out in an attempt to allay my guilt, and hopefully, will make better choices, including when at the casino this evening.

In final news, I dragged Tom out shopping with me earlier today, and one of the places I insisted we go was A.J.Wrights, as they are my favorite cheap place to shop for underwear. So here I am surrounded by Christmas shoppers and bargains, buying armloads of undies! But, for under $20, I bought enough to last me until I am another size lower, and then some. Plus, I got a warm flannel nightgown to cover my now always freezing body. I have been trolling the gastric bypass support sites recently to look into this always cold phenomena, as well as recently posted a question about this on obesityhelp.com. I guess that I have learned that feeling colder is common after both weight loss and this type of surgery - although it is still hard for me to understand this fully as I remain fat and padded and it is counterintuitive that I would freeze at this weight going DOWN, when I didn’t at the same weight going UP. Go figure…!

And speaking of which, my hands are getting numb from cold as I type this, and I had better either stop or turn the heat up (more!)….   I think i’ll choose the former and go use my hands in some warmer manner! Bye!