Welcome to my Fatboy series. This is a chronicle of my journey after weight loss surgery in January at the University of Texas Medical Branch Center for Obesity and Metabolic Surgery.
I knew it would happen sooner or later. After 11 months of declining weight, my scale came back with a less than desired response Monday morning. It said I actually gained weight.
At first I didn’t believe it. How could that be? No way I gained weight. People say I look amazing. My clothes are too big for me. I go to four workouts a week at TransforME/Body by Frances without fail.
I stick with my diet — for the most part.
OK, that is a bit of a lie. I have noticed lately that I've cheated on my diet. I actually ate ice cream for the first time in about 13 months.
How much weight did I gain? Four pounds.
Do you know how hard it is to work off four pounds? It may seem like I am making a big deal out of a small amount of weight, but after seeing huge drops of weight since January, this was rather disappointing.
The good thing is that I expected this would happen at some point. Second, I am not doing what I would have done in the past and try to justify it with lines like, “Come on, you deserve it, you’ve worked so hard.”
The first thing I did was go home and toss everything I considered not on my diet into the trash.
My super trainer Frances Field told me recently to remain positive when the struggles come up. She also said I should expect to see some extra weight as I build up muscle.
So I also measured my waist size. Last month I was a 46. After gaining weight, I am a 44.
My obsession with the weight side of things may be a bit overblown. As I have preached in this blog over and over: It’s about body image as much as it is about weight loss.
My weight gain episode reminds me of a Facebook post in October from my other super trainer Shellie Long, who confessed to eating a fast food hamburger, some fries and half a soda.
She called it a confession of “her sins.”
It was the first fast food meal she had in four years.
“So for once I don't feel guilt for making a bad choice but I do feel like I need to throw up,” she wrote.
That’s the attitude I am still working to adopt. It’s all about life change. I have said all along that I would not become a lettuce-eating, seaweed shake-drinking health fanatic. That’s just not me.
My journey hasn’t been as much of a struggle as it is for others who read this blog. But as I continue down this path, I know more obstacles will be in my path than before. I’ll need to find the way to get over or through them without feeling like a failure.