Weight Loss?
Aug. 8th, 2010 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windinthemaplesDaniel and I have been on a calorie-counting joint diet throughout the summer. Since May 29th, Daniel has lost thirty pounds and heading into the hospital, I'd lost nine. Then I went into surgery and my diet flew out the window. I haven't bothered to count calories--peanut butter toast plays a large part in my pain relief. So it was, with great trepidation, that I got on the scale today to see how much of the summer's hard work I'd undone in my recovery. And the results are completely shocking!
I've lost nine pounds since I got home from the hospital ten days ago!
I have no idea what to attribute this to. I am looking slimmer, particularly in my lower abdomen, which begs the question--just how inflamed was my stone-irritated kidney? How much did that stone weigh? Am I losing muscle mass from being in bed? Is healing burning more calories than I thought? Did having that stone in my kidney jack up something in my body's retention of water? Am I in denial about how many calories I've been consuming (or not) while laying in bed?
It is baffling and kinda awesome. If you ignore the bruising and the skin rashes from all the adhesive and the giant effing hole in my back and the other various hospital marks, I look in the mirror and can clearly see my pre-pregnancy self. I'm just a hairs-breadth from my college body! Who knew I was doing so much emotional over-eating all these years? (Okay, yeah, me.)
So there you go. I lost as much weight laying here for ten days than in all the months of obsessive carrot weighing and salad greens measuring. Go figure.
Daniel thinks it is because I'm too polite or reticent to cause trouble to request food, so I just lay here and wait for someone to remember to bring me something. Which, yeah, that sounds like me, but the food that's delivered to my nightstand has felt good and plentiful. So yeah, I've got no clue.
I've lost nine pounds since I got home from the hospital ten days ago!
I have no idea what to attribute this to. I am looking slimmer, particularly in my lower abdomen, which begs the question--just how inflamed was my stone-irritated kidney? How much did that stone weigh? Am I losing muscle mass from being in bed? Is healing burning more calories than I thought? Did having that stone in my kidney jack up something in my body's retention of water? Am I in denial about how many calories I've been consuming (or not) while laying in bed?
It is baffling and kinda awesome. If you ignore the bruising and the skin rashes from all the adhesive and the giant effing hole in my back and the other various hospital marks, I look in the mirror and can clearly see my pre-pregnancy self. I'm just a hairs-breadth from my college body! Who knew I was doing so much emotional over-eating all these years? (Okay, yeah, me.)
So there you go. I lost as much weight laying here for ten days than in all the months of obsessive carrot weighing and salad greens measuring. Go figure.
Daniel thinks it is because I'm too polite or reticent to cause trouble to request food, so I just lay here and wait for someone to remember to bring me something. Which, yeah, that sounds like me, but the food that's delivered to my nightstand has felt good and plentiful. So yeah, I've got no clue.
