My scale this morning said 299.0, which brings me to a whopping 16 pounds lost so far on my pre-op diet.
The wife said, "If you were on The Biggest Loser, you'd probably be above the yellow line this week."
I'd like to be able to say that I'll never see 300 again, but I know they're gonna pump me full of fluids next Wednesday, and that could send me back over for a time.
Not that I'm not pumping myself full of fluids, too. I've managed at least 100 oz. of water every day for the last week.
I'm fighting my way downward. And it felt like a fight on days 3, 4 and 5. But after I found the cottage cheese combo that works for me, I've felt satisfied on two cottage cheeses and a bowl of soup a day. But man, I look forward to that bowl of soup.
The wife signed us up for a bootcamp class starting in June. I'm nervous, but I need to get over my fear of being That Fat Girl Exercising In Public (How Dare She!). I *am* That Fat Girl, and if I don't Exercise In Public, I always will be. So suck it up, self.
I'm also nervous about my first time traveling post-band, which will be for five nights at the end of June. What will I eat? How will I eat? When will I eat? What will it be like eating in front of people? Ack!