The Ragamuffin at a Year

The day of surgery I weighed 230 pounds.  Today I am at 125, give or take.  I’ve lost 14.5 inches from my waist, 18 from my hips and 9 from each thigh.

Prior to surgery my Ferritin was 9 and now it is 31.  Still awfully low and so I am looking at an infusion, mostly to bolster it high enough for my supplementation to maintain a high normal.  My A needs a little pick up but my B12 is through the roof–it’s tasty so I enjoy taking it.  My D level is a thing of beauty at 94.  All in all, my labs are lovely.  Though I have been supposed to do a stone risk profile for a week now but keep ‘forgetting’–even losing weight doesn’t alleviate the weirdness of peeing in a jug and keeping it in the fridge.

Chloe and I enjoy long walks we couldn’t easily take before surgery.  I’m more energetic than I’ve been in a long while–even with the anemia.  I feel like less an embarrassment to my kids.  I’ve begun playing a game with myself, where I see just how easily I can fit through tight spaces–like between cars in a lot.

I’m in size 6 pants and 4/6 shirts.  I’m still shopping thrift stores, just because I can’t quite bring myself to believe I should by ‘real’ clothes in these sizes.

I still see my thighs in particular as gargantuan tubes of yeasty dough.   While I’m not totally sold on the idea of plastics, I have discovered I can pull my skin on my legs up like a pair of pants.  It’s disturbing.  Also, my grand and glorious bosom is no longer.  More like deflated and droopy.   However, a good bra provides nice camouflage.

I’m eating pretty much as I please.  I usually have a couple strips of bacon and a soft boiled egg for breakfast.  Oddly, I seem to be hungriest in the mornings and early afternoon.  Evenings I’m not terribly hungry, which makes dinners out a little anticlimactic.

Now that I seem to be settling into maintenance mode, I’m looking forward to where the next year takes me.

Pre-op Me (With Dr Stewart's Sue)


More Recent Me (With Slim Shady)