Here I am three months into my diet; I am at the half way point of what's needed of me. More than likely in four months I will have the surgery. This past month I have lost 21 pounds. I weigh 434 pounds and have lost a grand total of 69 pounds. I win at life.
Also a couple weeks ago I got a new puppy. His name is Frank and he is a Pug. Frank is 4 months old. His original family had to let him go when their apartment complex told them that they no longer allow dogs, and that frank had to go. Our mutual friend contacted me and asked me if I wanted to take Frank in. Not a week before this I had told her about how much I wanted a dog.
Second month down, I have lost an additional 15 pounds. My total is now at 48 over the first two months. For some reason I was not happy with 15. I wanted at least 20. Its strange that this great accomplishment is met on my end with unhappyness. Maybe im going crazy. Four months ago if someone would of told me that losing this weight could potentialy make me a bit depressed I would of slapped them across thier lying face.
I am begining to get unhappy. None of my clothes fit. I have an outfit that fits how it should, but that is just because it was two small for me in the first place. I also have a pair of sweats and a nice reebok sh
I am currently in the process of getting the gastric bypass surgery. The Devlin you know will be disapearing here soon, and being replaced by a sleeker, faster, more awesomer version. I started this up one month ago with my first apointment with my dietician. I am on a very restrictive diet that has two purposes. The first being to train me how to eat after the surgery so that I dont kill myself. The second being that in the nature of the surgery they have to move my liver out of the way so they want as much fat off of it as I can get to make the surgery easier and with less risk of complications.
The diet is harsh. 2000 calories a day