This just in from the OMG department:
I don’t have a lot of time this afternoon and I don’t want to dally around with this post because I’m just too flipp’in excited about it…so I’m gonna give it to you just like you like it: quick and dirty.
I had my 3 month follow-up appointment at my surgeon’s office today and suffice to say…I rock. I was weighed and measured today and they explained my lab tests to me. I’ve lost 61 pounds, this we know thanks to the lovely little ticker on the upper right of the screen. Here are the stats on my measurements:
I’ve lost an inch off my neck. My neck!!!
3.5 inches off the boobs. (Sorry, Hot Mess Hubby!)
3/4 inch off my bicep
1.25 inches off my wrist
7 inches off my waist!!!!!!!!!!! Holy crap!
7.5 inches off my hips!!!!!!!!!! OMG, someone catch me…I’m gonna lose my shit.
1.25 inches off my gigantic thigh. Shrink, you bastards!
And .5 inch off my calves
That’s 21.75 inches of weight loss fun…and I can’t contain my happy dance any longer.
Un-freaken-believable. Err…un-be-sleevable!!! Thank you, Gastric Sleeve!!!
Notes from the Nurse Practitioner for the future: I’m to consume 90 grams of protein per day (my previous goal was 80) and I’m to begin upper body resistance training. Totally do-able.
I also promised those of you who have liked my Facebook fan page that I’d share the latest NSV (Non-Scale Victory) with you…
Last Saturday I had the pleasure of sitting down to lunch with two long-time fans of my blog who happen to live in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. We met at the restaurant and, as we were following the hostess to our table, I realized I’d forgotten to whisper “Can we have a table…not a booth please?” to the hostess. So of course the hostess leads us to a booth and I’m horror struck for a few seconds.
Oh great, I hear myself say in my head. This will be one for my memoir. I’m about to get my four asses stuck in a booth in front of two of my blog fans. Shit.
Except I didn’t get stuck. Because I don’t have four asses anymore…I only have three. I could have danced around the entire restaurant, but that probably would have been a little much to spring on Crystal and Denise. I’ll save it for next time.
Peeps, I can’t tell you how flipp’in happy I was. I can’t remember exactly how long it’s been since I’ve been able to fit in a booth but I can say it’s been about 7 years. Ridiculously too long. And you know what? They feel much better on my three remaining asses than those awful hard chairs. Rock’in!
I’m sure there are some booths I still won’t fit in, but I don’t give a crap. I fit in this one. Seriously awesome.
I’ll leave you with this picture of us at the restaurant. It was very cool to finally be able to meet these two awesome chicks after enjoying their comments on my Facebook fan page and blog for so long (not to mention their private messages, which are pretty damn entertaining as well)!!!
It was an honor for my three asses to share a booth with their considerably smaller asses. ♥