I have lost 25 pounds in 3 weeks. That is so surreal to me. I still can’t really tell. I can tell that my stomach is a bit smaller and my face is a bit slimmer, but other than that, I still look like me. There are other ways I can tell, mainly by how my clothes fit. My jeans are too big. My boobs must be shrinking. My bras are sliding all over the place. Tops now need undershirts so I don’t look exceptionally slutty. Even more slutty than I can handle. And I can handle a lot.
But there are downsides too. I am consuming only about 400 calories a day. It is all I can fit right now. With my stomach still healing, I can only eat about ¼ cup of food at a time. Many many things I try to eat make me sick. Many things I used to eat with enthusiasm are now off putting. I feel like a pregnant lady. I used to love edamame but I tried it last night and… gross. I am slowly working on incorporating new foods into my diet. Shredded chicken and pork seems to be what I can handle the best. Even eggs have proven hard to digest.
Slowly, over time, as my stomach heals, I will be able to go from ¼ cup to a ½ cup to a whole cup of food in a sitting. When my nutritionist told me that in a few months I should be eating about a cup of food in a meal I nearly died. I have to eat my ¼ very slowly. Lots of chewing.
I am happy thus far. I do worry about this being “forever.” I will never eat like a normal person again. But then I think, I didn’t eat like a normal person before. I ate like someone who was obese, slowly eating herself to death. So I guess this is the new normal for me. I will be posting pictures, slowly. I think monthly is the way to go so tune in next week for a before and after pic.