Gastric Bypass Truth

I hesitated to write this post. Because last time I thought I had finally moved off my plateau the 2 pounds I lost came roaring right back.

But after several days of below-180land, I can officially declare an end to my days on this plateau. Yaay!

This morning I am all the way down to 176 or 177 – my scale isn’t digital and my eyes are a bit blurry in the morning.

I had an appointment last week with my surgeon, and while there I talked about the plateau with the nurse, who has also had gastric bypass surgery. She said that she spent 3 whole months at 150, so figured she was done and this was where her body meant for her to stay.

So she went out and maxed out her credit card on a whole new wardrobe. It was a real celebration that she’d been promising herself since before surgery.

But no sooner had she done this than her body decided, “Nope! We’re not done!” and she lost another 25 pounds. She hadn’t even taken the tags off of all the clothes. She said, “I was mad! But then again, I wasn’t mad, you know?”

Yep. I know.