I was warned that I would drop a lot of weight very quickly and then hit a stall. I spend a lot of time on a message board/forum with other “sleevers” and most of them experienced this stall at three weeks post-op. My body opted to wait until this, the fifth week. I only lost two pounds the entire week. At least I can be happy because this puts me officially at the 50 pound mark!
That’s something to celebrate. Heck, any loss is a loss and I honestly shouldn’t gripe or say “only two pounds”. For most people losing two pounds a week means eight pounds a month and that’s significant. I’ve become spoiled and want to lose at least five pounds, possibly even eight, every week. That can and will happen many weeks, particularly in these early months. It is not uncommon for bariatric surgery patients to drop 75 pounds in three months or well over 100 pounds in six months.
I want to be one of those people. However, I also know that this fixation on the numbers can ultimately mess with my head. I need to define my success in how carefully and honestly I follow my food plan every day. Retraining myself in the food choices I make and the manner in which I consume my meals is the real challenge. The weight has always been the negative or positive product of my choices.
When I choose poorly or binge, I gain. When I choose according to my healthy plan and stay on track, I lose. It’s pretty damn simple in the planning although, admittedly, sometimes the execution of same is much, much more difficult.
The stall won’t last forever. It could be a few days or a couple of weeks. The important thing is that I do not sacrifice my well being to the uncooperative scale. My actions are more important than the scale numbers. Eventually the weight will drop off as long as I continue to do what I am supposed to do!
Weighty Matters 
You have the right approach… it’ll happen in its own nice time!
Gah! Stalls and plateaus, the sneaky bastards that undermine all of our difficult work. You will get past this, we always do.
Hey, I just ran across a great phrase, thought you might like it. When we end up (it happens!) eating something that maybe wasn’t EXACTLY what we were supposed to, it’s called “unplanned food” and we can just move on past. Isn’t that cool? I loved the way it sounded.
Julie
Oh and I forgot to say yesterday, never under estimate the importance of a GOOD and correctly (professionally) fitted bra. Support, in all forms, is SO important!
Once I lose some more weight, I think I’m going to check out one of those specialty stores where they’ll properly measure and fit me for bras. Thanks for that reminder!