Oh me of little patience.
I'm now on Week Two of my gastric sleeve adventure and suddenly my body shifted into overdrive. Five pounds, two pounds, two pounds in the past three days.
I confess I was having these terrible doubting thoughts -- 'oh no, maybe my body might not even lose weight with weight loss surgery.'
I've just failed on so many efforts to lose weight, I had some little irrational fear that somehow my body would figure out a way to trip me up yet again.
I'm mildly fatigued, a tiny bit hungry but not bad, and yearning for that next soft food stage. Scrambled eggs will never have tasted so good when I get there next week.