WEEK 6 WEIGH IN

Okay everyone... I weighed in this morning, and I have gained 1.2 pounds for the week. how do I feel about it ; I feel sad that the number did not go down, but I knew it might happen, because I have been having Alli side effects all week. I have been keeping my journal, but the coconut oil I think is throwing me off. There were also days where I had an extra 500 calories or so, for that reason I am not toatlly surprised. It's frustrating cause I was so close to getting under 270, and now I am 4 pounds away, instead of 2 pounds away like I was last week. I have to be honets.. I fell a bit discouraged, but I am hanging in there, because I have to stay on track, no matter what... I cant use this small gain as an excuse. I sound like a broken record, but I need to exercise, and I am just not getting it done... I will work it out this weekend, and come up with a plan.

Sorry to hear the way your feeling.  Maybe it's jus****er fluctuation.  We all feel like that when we weigh and it goes up.  For me the scale can really be weird at times. Keep your chin up and you will do better this week.  Good luck! Brenda

I am sorry to hear you had a bad week.  but it is easier to turn the train around now.... than it will be in 30 pounds....  so get back on that horse, so to speak! what do you mean you havent been having Alli side effects?  isnt that a good thing?

I'm laughing here-- because your analogies are like mine, VM-- is it a horse? Is it a train? Is it...A HORSETRAIN?  That's it. From now on, I am yelling "GET BACK ON THE HORSETRAIN!" at myself when I screw up, because it's funny!

HORSETRAIN???  you made me spi****er on my screen!

You'll lose it, girl.  Keep the faith.

I feel you, Snuggypots. being discouraged is so easy some times. Here's my tale: I had RNY on July 16th-- weighed 300.8 I did everything I was told. I consumed only liquids. I walked until I cried. Twelve days later-- first post-op weigh in, I was up to 301.9 pounds. I knew that could happen. I knew I had TONS of fluids in me that had to come back off. But there I was, mutilated and sad, and going nowhere. I figured all the people who warned me against the surgery would have a good laugh, but I wasn't laughing. Then, as mysteriously-- in the next 7 days, I lost 15 pounds. Hooray! Well...in my case, except that I could have done that *myself* in the couple of weeks I'd spent convalescing if I hadn't had the RNY. Then, from August 5th to today? I have been forcing myself to do daily workouts (albeit gingerly when it hurts.)  I am eating 3/4 of a cup of food a day, all of it pureed-- and malabsorbing some of that.  I am taking in all my supplements, and drinking lots of water. It's that time of month, though-- so for all my efforts-- I'm still up a couple ounces this week. I want-- need-- the push that lower numbers give me right now-- I'm getting little else from this at the moment: I'm am deathly constpated, in pain, hibernating, bummed from the rush of estrogen in my fat-releasing body, missing my snacks, guarded-- hey, I sigh a lot. I lose worse than any other RNYer I've talked to-- but console myself that it's because I *already* lost a lot pre-op. Maybe. Or maybe I just suck. But I also know there's nothing more I can reasonably do. More exercise would injure me. Less food or water and I'd be in the ER in a day. So even though the scale's not helping, I keep focused on the work at hand, you know? Doing my personal best, and flipping off less than stellar numbers like they're flies on my shoulder. I'm developing the wisdom to know the difference between what I can and cannot change. I had a GREAT swim and worked out a little longer today, and did it joyfully-- happy that I *can* now, happy that I am doing all I can. It is-- and has to be--enough.  Fix what's broken, and get back in next week, Snuggy. We can do this.