2.6kg down in 2 weeks

Normally when I am not blogging, it means that I'm not doing anything.  But on this occasion  I am doing things but I am just quiet!

I've fully recovered from my surgery and had my check up with Dr Winnett last week.  He was very pleased with how I'm going.  I was weighed and I've lost 2.6kg.  I'm not under 200kg yet but I am well on my way.

I'm really enjoying the classes at Fernwood.  I had my first personal training session on Thursday and that went really well.  I didn't pull up too sore which is great.

Although I don't have a lot to write about, I am happy with how I am going.

Today was a bit tough.  I have a few stressful events going on at the moment.  I spent most the day in bed.  I think I'm just anxious.  I made myself go to the gym tonight.  I didn't feel like it all but I thought that going would do me good.  Which it did.  I did a cycle class and feel fantastic because of it.  It was really hard to push myself out the door tonight.  I am so happy that I did.  I proved a lot to myself tonight and am very proud.

Tomorrow I am going to get the class timetable and work out what classes I am going to do.  I had aimed for one a day but have been bit slack in the past week.  I shall need to change that this week :)

Big, fat slug

Today I did Body Pump for the first time in about 5 years.  It was awesome.

For those who are not familiar with body pump, it's an hour long exercise session where you work on your back, butt, quads, biceps, triceps - everything.  There's lots of squats, lunges, lifts and It's done to music and is really intense.  When I used to be at Fernwood, I was the Body Pump QUEEN!  I was awesome.  Today, not so much.

I used smaller weights today so that I could just get used to the technique before going up a notch but within the first 5 minutes, I was almost ready to walk out the door because I was SO tired!  There was so much getting up and getting down.  I drank almost 1.5 liters of water during the class as I was working so hard.  And because I was so sweaty, the only thing I can really imagine I would have looked like is a big fat slug!  I felt like Jabba the Hutt when we were doing some of the weights as my chin was stuck into my chest!  I managed to get through the whole session and was a tiny bit sore afterwards, more so now that it is night and my muscles are having time to do what they do best. 

I have my first PT session in a few weeks which I am really looking forward to.  I have told her that I will do whatever it takes.  

I am considering doing cycle again tomorrow morning or I will be doing step in the afternoon.  Not sure which one yet but so long as I do one class per weekday, I will be keeping on track.

I made these really nice lean meatballs for dinner tonight.  They were full of chicken, carrot, onion, herbs - I loved them but the younger kids weren't so sure (anything with carrot in it is normally a no no for them).

I see Jason Winnett next Wednesday.  And I want to be under 200kg.  I hope I am.  I am working towards it but as long as I know that I am doing my best to achieve my goal, that is all I can do :)

P.S body - we're doing it again tomorrow...

First of all, I'd like to thank everyone once again for enquiring as to how I have been over the past week.  I'm 8 days post op and I am feeling fantastic.

I changed my dressing on the weekend to a new one but ended up taking it all off other than the steri strips as it was irritating me although most of the strips have fallen off now.  My wound is looking lovely :) well, as lovely as a wound can look.  I haven't had any pain killers for 2 days now (of any kind - endone, panadol etc...). 

Dr Winnett's handy work

I just got back from doing my first class at Melton Fernwood.  I chose to do spin bike.  Ouch.  My bum.  My legs.  My quads.  And my bum again.  It was so good to do half an hour of gruelling exercise that knowing how good it was for me put me off my dinner (literally).  Anything that hurts that much is not worth undoing with wrong carbs and a sugary drink.  Instead, I had an Optifast shake and shall drink heaps of water to keep me content throughout the evening.  I am going to do BodyPump in the morning.  Don't tell me that though - as my body may change it's mind!

One of my friends asked where I get my motivation from.  If you are a regular reader of my blog, you'd probably know that I don't know the answer to that as like anyone, I have many CBF moments and times where I just try and ignore what is going on but I think tonight I worked out where some of it comes from.  It's when you find something that you enjoy doing more than what you're already doing.  I enjoy getting a sore bum and legs and quads and sweating bucket loads in a cycle class more than I do not being able to put a seat belt on.  I enjoy being around like minding people who are all there for the same thing and don't care what you look like rather than sitting at home with no motivation.  It's a no brainer really.  And next time I lose my motivation, I need to read this and give myself a good kick up the butt as I am going to see this year out with massive changes. 

Someone also said to me the other day about how much weight I have put on since my last surgery.  Sure, I put on around 30 kilograms.  But hey - I've still lost 50 kilograms.  It's seeing the good things and the things that you should be proud of rather than the bad things.

And we're back on the air... (again!)

Sorry it's taken me so long to write this blog!  I have spent most of the last few days sleeping.

I had my Surgery on Monday.  I didn't go in until about 4pm.  Jason said he wasn't sure how much fluid was in the band but he was going to put 5 in.  I was not as nervous as what I have been in the past.  The only thing I really hate about going under is waking up.  I vomit and cough a lot which means that I end up hurting a lot later on.

My Anaesthetist was lovely.  He counted to 3 before he jabbed me with his horrible needle.  And shortly after that, I was out.

When I woke up, I was coughing so much.  The tube that goes down your throat must have scratched me on the way up and I couldn't stop coughing no matter how hard I tried.  I was taken up to the ward where I made sure I got up and moved around.  I do remember watching the start of Rafters at some stage...

Jason came in to see me.  He was very happy with how things went.  He told me that my port had flipped and was holding on by 2 stitches but the cord from the port to the band had wrapped around it 4 times.  He had never seen anything like it before.  There was also only 1ml in my band.  Which explains why I have put on so much weight and why I can eat basically whatever I've wanted to eat (bread, chicken, pork, steak etc...). 

I managed to get some rest and was home the next day.  Today, I haven't taken any pain killers and even plan on going to the gym for a little walk.  So, I'm now into the next stage of my journey.  Phase 3?  Or Phase 1.3?  Hmmm.  Either way, I hope that I don't have to have any more Surgery for some time.  I think I've had my fair share!

I joined up at Melton Fernwood last night.  I used to go there some years ago and I love it there.  I am in the right frame of mind to be going there and to lose my weight.  They have the best classes and everyone is so nice.  It's good to be a Fernie again :) and as soon as I get off here, I am going to go for a gentle stroll to get everything moving again.

Looking forward to achieving some great things over the next few months.  And now that everything is right with my band, there's nothing to stop me.

Thank you to everyone for all the support over the past few weeks xo