It’s my birthday today and I am 39. The first thing I said to my husband when I woke up was, “I bought scales to weigh myself so I know when we can apply for adoption”. I know it’s a huge cliché but I don’t care – I’ve wanted to have children since I was 30. Weight loss might make me more fertile but I’ve always wanted to adopt and I think the time is right for us – well as right as it’s ever going to be!
The distractions of university and my social life have definitely made this a good diet week. I’ve had no upsets, I’ve actually forgotten to eat often enough and today I don’t even crave birthday cake! I do miss my usual indian food which had become a tradition on my birthday, but for once we are not focused on party food, but instead on presents! Yes, presents are what birthdays and Christmas are really about, amirite?!
I bought bras in a size 20, forgot they were meant for my future self and tried them on when they got here. They fit. As did a size 22 skirt and other clothes that I was saving. I don’t really trust the clothes sizes anymore though since different garments and shops have different ideas of what is a woman’s size, which is why I bought the bathroom scales.
My diabetes seems utterly under control, no more meds needed at the moment. My blood sugar level remains stable, mostly between 5 and 7 which is perfect. It’s only an issue if it goes consistently above 10. The further along this road I go my mind is drawn to a tragedy just before my operation. A friend died of a heart attack having had this operation a year ago and she was telling me the same things. She got to a size 22, no more diabetes, and then BAM! Heart gave out. I can’t help wondering if I am doomed for the same fate, with us medically being so similar? I worry, I guess, though hopefully not too much since worrying about it will send my blood pressure up!
All in all life is pretty great. I got news about my placement, I’m teaching ESOL at a local college and this is the place where I have a good chance of getting a job.
3 more weeks until my anniversary and the night when I’ll be free of the post-op diet! I am not going to go crazy, I still don’t have the desire to eat often or a lot, and sweet and fatty things make me feel sick (just the smell of them right now). I’ll just be free to sit at a table in a restaurant with my husband and order various dishes, shove the food down his throat while I take a side dish and put a little bit on that. I am competing with Simon with weight loss, as I;m not lighter than him and want to lose weight faster, because I am too competitive! :p