Let’s start with the good
news, shall we? I FINALLY STOPPED BLEEDING!!! A few days after my last blog
post, the post-op bleeding stopped completely, and I’ve been “normal” ever
since. I’m not sure what the blogging equivalent of cartwheels is, but I’m
doing them. I can’t even explain what a relief this is. The pathology from the
biopsy hasn’t come back, but I’m praying that it’s normal and that in a month
or so, my real cycle will return and I can put all this behind me.
Now for the not-so-great news…
I had my first gain this past Saturday (my weigh-in day). Instead of moving
closer to my goal, I gained a pound back, and am back where I was two weeks ago,
at 243. I’m disappointed, but I know it’s my own doing. I used my weekend in
the hospital as an excuse to eat French fries and ice cream and not count
calories for several days, and it caught up with me. I kind of half-heartedly counted
calories last week, and even got on the treadmill, but I guess the naughty indulgences
won in the end.
The entire month of July felt
a little bit like a bust. I only lost five pounds, as opposed to my 12-pound
loss in June. I know that there will be ups and downs, but I can’t help
thinking that medicine has something to do with it. I started taking an antidepressant
again at the beginning of July, since my anxiety struggles returned, and my
weight loss has slowed way down. I am very happy to have those five pounds
gone, though. There are worse things than not losing enough—like gaining! I’m
glad that despite some of the health challenges I’ve had this month, I still managed
to lose. I guess that’s a victory.
Another victory is that I didn’t
let my 1-pound weight gain derail my entire goal. Instead, this week I’m back
on track with a vengeance. I’m trying to eat a lot cleaner to give my hormones
the best chance of coming back into balance, and I’m getting on the treadmill
more, because I’m sure exercise will help, too. I’m feeling a little more
energetic now that I’m taking iron and not bleeding profusely every day, but I
still feel very weak when I get on the treadmill to walk. I’m walking a
pathetic 2.8 MPH and lasting only 30 minutes or so, which burns like 150
calories. I hope my energy and endurance will improve as I exercise more and
more, because I’d like to restart the Couch to 5K program sometime soon.
In other news, who watched the million-hour finale of The Bachelorette last night?! I know, I know, the show is pathetic. I usually only watch to practice rolling my eyes for two hours straight, but then, inevitably, I get hooked on the drama and can't stop. I actually really like Chris, the guy Des chose. He was my favorite for most of the season, except for all the times he wrote and/or recited poetry to Des (which was every three seconds, I think). I am just not into poetry and that is the last hobby on earth I'd want in a guy, but hey, to each their own.
