DAY 15 - pounds!!!!

I went to my GP today. Not only was I instructed by the surgeons office to see my regular doctor, I wanted to weigh myself....
Has this been worth it? As I have complained before, I don't feel like I have lost any weight; I feel like I have GAINED weight. Woe is me. I did this all for nothing...on an on...

I am a little anxious in the waiting room......oh please oh please oh please oh please, call me back there. I want to get WEIGHED! Finally, the "nurse" calls my name and it seems like forever to get to the scale..... I set my purse down (and I wanna strip off my clothes!) and step on the scale. In bright red numbers 330.0 pops up on the LED. I wanted to shit and die! I weighed 346 pounds, an hour before my surgery. I lost 15 POUNDS in two weeks. I was soooooo excited the rest of my appointment. My B.P. is good, my heart rate is good, the boo-boos are healing nicely. The doctor was amazed that I went to my 20th reunion on Saturday. She said she has had patients two-weeks post-op that are still complaining about how sore and tired and weak they are. I'm still a little sore...I still cannot touch my toes. Walking takes its toll. If I use Vicodin, I can tolerate more abuse, in fact I can tell when it has worn off.....I get slower and not so steady.

Funny, the first week I wanted to die, now I wanna LIVE! I'm tired of sitting on my bum...I thought it was a dream come true....an excuse to sit and do NOTHING, and I hated it! LOL I guess I am not as lazy as I thought.