Eight pounds shy

I just came from my one-year checkup. If I lose eight more pounds I'll literally be half the man I used to be. On the day of my surgery I weighed in at 402 pounds, and after one year I'm down to 209. Can't complain about that, can I? I'm actually sort of hoping I'm about done--it would be nice to be able to buy some nice clothes and not worry that I'm spending money on something I'll only be able to wear for a few months. But just as a sort of numerical milestone, I'd like to get below 200. At my height I'm still officially "overweight" according to the charts the government puts out (BMI 26, where 25 is "normal.") Since I know my success is not typical, let me tell you what I suspect is the reason for it: A year ago my counselor told me that I might get sick to my stomach from eating foods containing refined sugar. Some folks who have had the surgery have told me that they don't have this problem, but I'm here to tell you that I have no idea whether I have it or not--I haven't tried to find out. For the last year, except for whatever trace amounts exist in things like ketchup or peanut butter, I have eaten no refined sugar at all, and I honestly don't miss it--though Christmas with my family may be tough! I really suspect that's the main reason I've done so well. Nutritionists tell us we're not really built to process refined sugar anyway, and I fully intend to keep it up.