In Awe of My Prowess

So today was the two week post-op check-in with Dr. Curry. As per the norm I walked into the office and in the waiting area are some of the most morbidly obese people I've seen in my life. Now at only 265 pounds they pretty much glare at me like the waiter taking away their favorite course. Normally I'm pretty reserved walking into this situation, I try to just keep my eyes averted and not attract attention, since I know how nasty these people can be from dealing with them before. Today, was different. Today, I stood up a little straighter, and walked in feeling proud. I'd lost weight, and quite a bit so far, and I wasn't going to let these land mass's ruin that for me.

So I sit down next to a woman whose girth had her over flowing times two over the edge of the chair, and smiled sweetly at her. She smiles back and strikes up conversation with me saying, "So, when did you get your band?" Note the assumption that because of my current weight I certainly had to have been banded already. I look at her and say, "Two weeks ago." Eat that fatty. I got the response I was mentally preparing myself for in, "Oh. Wow." Blank angry stare follows. Since I was feeling good I decided to throw myself into the soup and asked her the same, "When did you get your band?" Did that sound spiteful? Good. She answered me as politely as her bitterness would let her with "Last year. I've lost 40lbs." Ouch. Only 40lbs since last year? That's not good. I waited to see if she was going to ask me, and of course she did, "How much have you lost so far?" I reveled in this answer because I'd worked damn hard to be able to say, "Twenty one pounds." Yes, I sat there and smiled at her. I'm proud, and her lack of response was enough for me.

For six months I tiptoed around these big girls. I made sure I didn't rub in their faces that I was doing this at about half their current size. They were nasty to me, they gave me dirty looks, and made rude ass comments and walking in their today having lost as much as I had I was feeling bold and I made my mind up that I wasn't going to feel sorry for them. It is by no means my fault they waited until they were so solid that the Dr.'s office had to go get a livestock scale just to get an accurate weight. Not my fault.

I'm in this to win it, I've made my mind up and I'm damn determined. Dr. Curry's shocked, and awe-inspired response to my weight loss solidified my feelings. He said that most people stray from the diet and only lose about 5lbs post-op. I took it serious and applied my discipline and lost twenty one. He said that my starting weight, and my age, were working for me and to run with it. He didn't restrict my diet at all, and encouraged me to share what I was doing with other patients. I felt good, I felt like I'd really gone the distance and if I can keep this mind set, I'm pretty convinced I'm going to see some awesome results.

Speaking of results, heres me today before I left for my appointment wearing a shirt from last year that was always so uncomfortably tight ... not so much anymore ;)