We've been trucking right along this week. Trying to make good choices. I've been committed to working out 3 days a week for 10 weeks now and I can definitely see the changes in my body.
The other big news this week is I'm having breast reduction surgery. It's something that I've thought about since I was 18 years old but I always wanted to wait until after I had kids. Well I've had two kids and it was time to seriously consider it. I went for a consultation back in August and I liked the surgeon ok but I wasn't convinced I wanted to do it. I did get approval from my insurance company that they would pay 100% so that was good but I wasn't sold on this guy. I talked to a few other friends and decided to go for a consultation with another surgeon and I really, really liked him. He was so nice. I never felt rushed. We talked about exactly what I wanted the end result to be and I was very encouraged. I left that day knowing I wanted to do it, we just had to decide when. I originally thought I wanted to do it in January but after talking with this surgeon about recovery and my weight loss goals I felt confident that I wanted to go ahead and do it as soon as worked with our schedules. So I went ahead and scheduled it for the first week of November. I'm very excited. I'm a little nervous to not be able to work out for several weeks. Everyone that has had it done said it's 100% worth it.
I'm down 2.4lbs this week! I'm excited for this progress. Every little bit counts! I've got about 15lbs I'd like to lose before surgery in 7 weeks.
I've lost 41lbs since March. (I think I'm going to change my graphics to reflect the total weight loss.) I did another body fat analysis this week and the results weren't what I'd hoped for but I did lose 1.5" in my arm and .75" in my thigh.
I posted this on Instagram and facebook yesterday for "transformation Tuesday" yesterday. That picture from Disney popped up on my timehop last week and I couldn't believe what I saw. I knew I was overweight but I had no idea how big I really was. I was 6 months postpartum and still breastfeeding but I was miserable. Not necessarily with how I looked (I didn't love it but I because my body had just grown another human and was still feeding it I was ok with it) but I felt terrible. I was so exhausted all the time. I had zero energy. I just didn't feel like myself and I wondered if I would ever feel like me again. Here I am a year later and I feel great. I love fitting into old clothes but I love the way I feel even more! I'm so proud of how far I've come but I've still got a good way to go.