Plateau--it's not just a song Nirvana once sang!

I seem to be on an endless plateau. Wow. My weight has been the same for over a month. I started walking last week and yet, here we still are.

One of my friends--who happens to be a nurse--informed me recently that a weight plateau can last for a year. (A YEAR??? Someone, please tell me this is not so.) She said some reasonable stuff that made sense, like that your body hits plateaus (plateaux?) so it can get used to the weight it is now before it can go on and lose some more weight. I can buy that, I suppose. But a YEAR??? If I just stall here for another eleven months, I am going to be sore discouraged.

My fear is, of course, that this is about what I weighed in my early 20s and that I'm not going to get any smaller. As much as I'm glad I had the surgery and say "even if I don't lose any more weight, it was worth it," I really want to lose the rest of the damn weight. As far as I'm concerned, I'm only halfway there.

Happy New Year!

I ring in 2010 at 211 pounds, so I have lost 63 pounds since surgery and 85 since my highest weight. I had a wonderful, long, crazy, boozy evening with old friends I've known since grade school that I love as family, and I could not have had a better time. Boozy was permissible due to Baja Bob's sugar-free (sweetened with Splenda) sour apple martini mixer. Hooray!! (As for the morning after, I'm encouraged by how many coffee places have sugar-free options as well.) We played Rock Band and I sang--or I should say, "sang"--a LOT, everything from Nirvana "Drain You" to Survivor "Eye of the Tiger". I'm hoping whatever recording devices were present didn't pick up too much embarrassing footage...

I took a ton of pictures, and while they were fun and I enjoyed them, it was discouraging for me to see (a) how large I still am and (b) how many chins I still have. Sigh. Part of life, and I'm trying not to focus on it. I've made a lot of progress in a short time, but I am far from a patient woman.