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Watching Dan + Shay on a Citi concert series ... Favorite song : Tequila 💜

I was sleeved February 15th at a weight of 228, I had lost 10 pounds the previous week while on a low carb pre-op diet. By mid-March I was around 215, mid-April I weighed around 210, mid-May around 205 and mid-June around 202. So I have been losing very slowly even though I have been very active and watching what I eat. The last 2 weeks has been really odd as I was in Singapore for work and lost .5kg during the week, usually I gain on work trips. Then since being home the last 6 days I have lost 5 pounds. I have not seen this consistent weight loss since the first 10 days of surgery. I am thinking my body is finally giving up on holding onto the extra weight. I kept telling myself that at some point my weight has to go down, my calories are regularly around 900-1,100 calories per day. The good thing about this slow losing - no one has questioned my weight loss since it appears very slow and natural. Other than my husband no one knows I had surgery and I intend to keep it that way.

A couple of minor victories this morning... Not only did the scale move (just a wee bit, but it moved below 216! Hallelujah!) but I also pooped without chemical inducement! I'm not ready to say that I've gotten past the stall, but I have a little hope. It's going to be a good day!

Worst. Dumping. Ever. Last. Night. So I thought I would throw caution to the wind and sample some of the fruit salad that my mom brought over for the fam. I dutifully portioned out 1/8 cup of the stuff. I figured the sugar in the fruit may be in issue, but come on, 1/8 cup? Barely a couple bites, should be fine. Before I could finish it, my heart started to feel like it was beating out of my chest. *** TMI Alert: continue reading at your own risk *** Ended up in the washroom barfing. And while I was barfing, I had to . I was literally alternating ends to face the toilet until it felt like there was nothing left in my insides. I swear more came out of me that I even put in it over the last 3 days. I laid down with my forehead on the cold bathroom floor tile for like 20 minutes afterwards to recuperate. Then Mr. (my hero ) carried me to the shower and helped me crawl into bed. So yeah, I'm feeling pretty shitty this AM.