"Give 'em up," my friend Sue said tonight at Gridiron rehearsal, tugging at the baggy back of my pinned-up jeans. "Those jeans are way too baggy."
I'd been pinning them up, trying to limp them past a couple or three sizes. But these were the jeans I was wearing at 273, my all time high.
Darn if she isn't right. I wore out the two pairs of jeans that came before these two pairs and so I guess I'm going to have to spring for some transitional jeans. Burns me to have to buy interim clothes when I'm just going to be out of them soon enough. I think I'll go get them after my dental appointment in the morning.
Actually, I'm ecstatic to have this problem. Last week I was in a stall. This week I was in free fall.
It's Tuesday, Weigh Day, and this morning I weighed in at 228, down 28 pounds since my Dec. 27 gastric sleeve surgery and 45 pounds since the adventure started. It was a six-pound week, after last week being a no-pound week. Wow.
Today is also my six week "anniversary," and my physician Dr. Gregory Walton will allow me to take a regular bath and not just a shower. It's time to try out my bath pillow my friend Janet gave me for Christmas. And I can do strength training if I want and just about anything else except eat a few things like hard-to-digest celery and artichokes. I'm excited.