I’m about two years out from my gastric-sleeve surgery, and I hit the dreaded plateau quite some time ago. It’s a bummer when you realize that the “honeymoon” is over, and you’ve lost all the weight the surgery will provide, yet you’re still not at your goal weight.
As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, the first six months after surgery I exercised like a mad woman; I wanted to capitalize all I could on that “honeymoon” period when the weight comes off easily. But, at some point, life has to get back to a more normal and sustainable pace. That’s where I’m at now. I’m still exercising, but at a pace I can maintain for the long haul.
At times I get frustrated just plodding along with my weight almost at a stand-still; but, I really can’t complain. After all, I could always exercise more, drink more, etc. Just when I was feeling disappointed, I got a really nice surprise.
A couple of days ago I was working on a messy project, and needed some clothes I didn’t mind slopping around in. I dug deeply in the back of my closet and came out with a pair of jogging pants, a T-shirt, and a matching jacket. I had bought them not long after my surgery to have something comfortable to workout in at the gym. I put them on and was shocked at how they swallowed up my body! They were huge on me!
Boy, oh boy, I needed that right then. What a great reminder of how far I’ve come. It seems I’ve gotten so focused on what I have yet to accomplish, that I’d lost sight of where I was. So typical!