I’m now so many days post-op that when I refer to it in days I want to slap myself like when people talk about their baby being 32 months old. But sometimes I hate saying “I’m 6.14159 weeks out…” But so anyway, today is the 7 week mark exactly so that’s easy math.
More important than the weeks, I can do everything a normal person can do again basically! I had an appointment with the doc last Saturday and don’t have to see him again until June, so that means he is OK setting me into the wild on my own to do things and trust that I won’t die, start seizing, exploding or pop anything, etc. He said I could start working out again, lay out in the sun, and basically whatever the fuck I want, or something close to that. He said to keep wearing some kind of compression on my stomach and arms because the more/longer I do it, the better the results tend to be, but left when and how I do that up to me. So, I ordered some Spanx-y type stuff that is less bulky than my fug Velcro binder, and figure I will still wear something on my stomach and arms most of the time, but may start to reduce it a bit.
I also went back to the gym Monday and yesterday and I lived to talk about it! Monday was pretty awful. It actually wasn’t awful in that I expected everything to feel messed up, and like my body parts were going to fall off or my incisions would burst open, but surgery-wise I felt fine and totally normal. But my lungs started burning for oxygen very shortly in and I only got through 13 minutes before I had to stop and walk, although I did do another 6 minutes after that and it felt better and less murderous. Yesterday I did 23 minutes, walked for 3, then 4 more, and I didn’t really feel that close to death any of the time. I did go a little bit slower than normal but all in all, I feel like eventually I will be back to some kind of acceptable physical condition.
And, I’m going to Vegas this weekend and bought bikinis to wear in PUBLIC and I’m not nervous about it. What is this shit?! We’ll see how it goes. There is still a pretty noticeable difference in swelling from morning to evening, especially after I work out, but it’s not that bad compared to horror stories I’ve heard. Or to the swelling abomination I was experiencing in weeks 2-3. I’m actually really glad I took 90 million pictures constantly because yesterday I was looking back on pics from the last 7 weeks and it’s crazy to see how much the results have changed and morphed as my body has recovered and the swelling has subsided. I even put together a collage that probably took more time than it should have but it’s helpful all the same. You can see how bad the swelling got in the 3rd picture and then how it finally chilled the fuck out a little after that, which is when the doctor opened me up to wash all the nasty out. I’m not sure how much more it will continue to change from here, but I’m really happy with the results as they are so if it stays as is, it was SO worth it. This just reminded me that I need to post more arm pictures soon.
I had my second recorded weigh-in today and was down 3 pounds from last week which is confusing and will not survive Vegas, but it was 5 pounds lower than my lowest ever which I saw for 5 minutes in February 2013, so the number was like, SHIT, is this happening? I had a decent week but drank a lot on Saturday so I’m not really sure why I’m down so much, but I expect to see it back up a bit next week. Will try to post again soon!