First, you should know I haven't been sleeved yet. The local bariatric center where I will be a patient is backed up like crazy. But I've gone through several hoops ... introductory lecture, psychiatric testing, interview and approval, full-day behavior changes class, and my first one-on-one appointment with the surgeon. So there's that.
But there's also this. Three months ago I was a complete mess, health and fitness-wise. Yes, we had a long, hard winter, but nonetheless I was laid out in my recliner -- working there, eating lunch there, napping there, and sometimes even sleeping there. And yes, my husband and I have a lovely king-sized bed and all that, but you know how it goes when you have ... given up. At least temporarily, eh?
Anyway, as I was saying, three months ago I realized I had to start moving. So I started counting my steps in the house. I will admit now that some days I didn't get above 1,000 steps. And for months it was hard -- my back hurt, my knees, feet and hips hurt. Needless to say, the dog was completely pissed at me, having given up on ever walking together outside.
Little by little, step by step, day by day, I've increased my daily steps to the point where, yesterday, my Fitbit (buy one!) sent me a 5,000 steps badge via email. Fireworks went off, lights blinked, thunder roared. LOL! Seriously, I was as thrilled as could be. I'm officially no longer a couch potato. And it only took three months that started with me walking twice around the living room.
And no, I'm not signing up for a 5K or a triathalon. I'm just going to keep plugging away.
In the last two weeks, I also lost 5 pounds. I haven't yet had appointments with the nutritionist or the exercise consultant -- those happen in July. But because my sufficiently high weight was recorded two weeks ago by the surgeon, I don't have to worry about that anymore.
In short, I don't want to wait until being sleeved before starting to lose weight and becoming more healthy. I figure surgery and recovery from that will be tough enough, so I'm working to minimize the discomfort.
P.S. Oh! And another NSV ... the dog loves me again.
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