Blast to the Not-too-Distant-Past: Part 2

Yesterday, I was so exhausted coming off of teaching, just two days in my 5th-grade class, that I fell asleep watching Goliath, Billy Bob Thorton returns as a down and out alcoholic divorced attorney and takes on his old firm. <<Commercial>>  Post- Goliath, I decided that I should probably just crawl into bed on a Friday evening at 9pm.  Yeah, it’s the life of a middle-aged mom, one that’s been sick with a pesky cold all week.  You know the kind of cold where your nose is itchy and you feel like you’ll sneeze any moment, and then you don’t.  The problem I have is, I have terribly dry skin already, and then when I have a cold I use hand sanitizer every 2 minutes, because I’m blowing my nose every two minutes, and well, my poor hands are competing for first place against the Rough-skinned Newt.

I went back to my posts in February of 2016, O*1sity- A Label.  I posted about my feelings about the word- O*!sity and included some of the research I was reading at that time.  This piece from the article I included is promising.  After 7 years, those who maintained their weight loss, who had the RYGB surgery, like mine, exercised regularly.

Regular physical activity is an important factor in weight loss maintenance (31). According to one survey in RYGB patients with a mean follow-up of 7 yr, successful patients (those who maintained at least 74% of their initial weight loss) exercised regularly (no details given) (32).

So, I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing, walking to get to 10,000 steps as often as I can.  It’s much easier being active when I weigh less, no question.

Check out my post from 2016, see link above.

My label has changed, but I’m still the same Joy.

Gastric Bypass Update:

I’m down 90 pounds.  For the first time, I fit into pants that I bought at the thrift store, size 10.  I don’t think I’ve worn a size 10 in over 20 years.  That was exciting and kind of unbelievable!  I’m not going to show you a picture of me with my “HUGE” pants and then smile next to them.  Because honestly, I hate those kinds of pictures, and I loved myself in the bigger pants too.  So there. 🙂