This morning at church I was talking to a friend of mine who’s also had gastric bypass surgery. Hers was in January of this year (5 months ago), and she’s lost 55 pounds. That’s an average of 10 pounds a month, which is pretty much the same rate I had.
Yet both of us said we felt like we were constantly on a plateau.
What is it about this surgery that makes weight loss like this feel like a snails pace? I mean, at any other time in my life 10 pounds a month would have been amazing. I would have been thrilled – and so would my friend.
I think the problem is unrealistic expectations. I honestly thought I’d lose a pound a day for a good long time. 90 pounds in 3 months seemed reasonable, doable – and automatic. But it isn’t.
For the last 11 months now I have weighed myself every single day with few exceptions. And while I’ve gotten over stressing about it and learned to expect that most days the scale will say exactly what it said yesterday (it’s not digital, so I don’t know if I’m losing ounces), I really think this contributes to my feelings of non-movement.
Because most days the scale does say exactly what it said yesterday. But this is occasionally interrupted by days when 2 or 3 pounds magically disappear. Usually I lose 5 pound chunks over the course of a couple days, then return to my “holding pattern.”
By the way, don’t bother telling me not to weigh every day – can’t help it. Can’t stop. It’s like an addiction that I’ve learned to live with. I know it’s not helping, but I’m powerless to resist.
Still, even though I’m in the “holding pattern” more often than not, I’ve still managed to lose 114 pounds in 11 months. According to my calculator, that’s 10.3636363636363636 pounds each and every month. Which is not slow weight loss.
So, yet another way gastric bypass surgery messes with your head.