Day 50

Today is my 50th day of being sleeved. So many mini milestones - and I am soooo close to my next one I can taste it. As of this morning I weigh 107.1kg, just 700g short of my first 20kg lost!

I am hanging out for this, and yet I still can't believe that this is all happening. It doesn't feel quite real, like it is happening to someone else. I have been really lucky with my recovery. Besides the reflux, I haven't had any complications, and just feel normal, yet I am constantly losing weight, virtually without trying. I thought that I would feel like I was missing out, not eating very much while everyone else eats what they want, but it really doesn't bother me all that much.

Last night I manned the sausage sizzle at a church function and it didn't tempt me, nor did I feel like I wanted to eat one because everyone else was. The only uncomfortable situation so far has been eating at restaurants with people who don't know about the surgery, because it is so noticeable how little I eat. I went to my highschool reunion last weekend and had cottage pie because it was easy to eat texture-wise, and people asked if I felt sick because I barely touched it. Usually I come up with some excuse, but it can be a little awkward.

In other strange developments, I have begun a love affair with ice! I used to be able to drink room temperature water by the bucket load, but now can only drink ice cold drinks. And because I still am struggling with my water intake, I have discovered that shaved ice goes down perfectly! Luckily my hubby had bought me a novelty ice shaver years ago which I had barely used, so now it is getting a workout every hour of the day! Shaved ice with a spoon - helping keep my sanity alive!