Really? Really??

So, since my weight loss was going so well, of course something has come along to derail it. Around week 13 I saw my family doc, who was beyond thrilled with my loss at that point. He's the one who referred me to Dr Poon in the first place, and he confessed he never expected me to have such success. High fives all around.

Until he opened my file to look at my recent test results.

No more Poon for Sonia.

So, for a few years I've know about some kidney issues, namely that Righty was shrunken and misshapen. As of now, he's AWOL. No, really. I had an ultrasound that lasted longer than an hour and she could not find it at all. I asked if my girthiness was adding to the problems, and with a glare she showed me how quickly she could find Lefty, my bladder, gallbladder and uterus. Chub was not a factor, and in her professional opinion Righty was not there. Lefty, however, was giant. My personal theory is that Lefty sensed Righty's inherent weakness and ate him, but I'll leave it to the doctors to decide.

Additionally, my liver isn't looking all that happy. And it has a nodule. Doesn't seem to be a big deal, but definitely needs further investigation.

So, since Pooning is taxing on both of the aforementioned organs, I've been put in time out. I've switched over to Weight Watchers which now seems like a smorgasbord. Really? I can have a sandwich AND some fruit for lunch? AND a salad? Bliss! (And can we talk for a minute about how great fruit is? Cause it's GREAT!!) Even with WW I'm supposed to take it slowly, and my doc would prefer it if I just maintained until this gets sorted out.

However, after 25 years of being on diets and finally finding success, I'm having a hard time with being told to stop. It was so amazing to watch that scale go down so quickly. I'm gloriously thankful for what I did lose (43 lbs, bringing total loss to 66 lbs) and for what I gained. I gained my self respect back, and my ability to go through life with my head held high. I should have had it all along, but I truly didn't. I'd lost my ability to live an authentic life, and now I can again. I'll make it the rest of the way,  slowly, but I'll do it.

And if Lefty did in fact stage a coup on Righty, he better be willing to do the extra work. We don't take kindly to slackers around these parts.

So, I just read over a few old entries and saw something that made my shriek in happiness. When I started Pooning, I had hoped to lost 40lbs in 6 months. I'm just now about 12 weeks into it, and those 40lbs are gone! I not only reached my goal, I reached it in half the time.

I need to wrap my head around that for a minute.

I still have a looong way to go, so I'm not going to pat myself on the back too much quite yet. But it feels so good. It felt good 10 minutes ago, but it feels even better now that I know I've accomplished a challenge I set for myself. That definitely gives me the willpower to get off my butt and go buy some groceries so I can make a real dinner.

10 weeks of Poon...

37 pounds gone! Dropped, erased, obliterated, bid adieu, shed, defeated.

For once the challenge is being defeated, and not me. I LOVE that.

I had a bad bweek*, to be honest. But even as it was, I still lost 2 lbs. I didn't stay the same. I didn't gain. I'm another 2 lbs lighter than I was at the last weigh in. The scale is still going down! Clothes are getting far too big! I came across another pair of jeans that now fit, as well as some capris I've been trying to get into for months. I finally can!!

 Having said that, I'm still going to work much harder this block. I really fell off the bandwagon a few times last bweek and I wan't to rock it this time. The only thing that can stop me is me! I'm the meal planner, the grocery buyer and the chef.  Yesterday was payday so I need to go do a good shop and get the fridge full of poonerific food again. I'm nothing if not lazy, so if green beans and cucumbers are there, green beans and cucumbers are what I'll eat!

*Bweek:  New word! A period of 2 weeks.