JeffA70

I'd take coming back for firsts.

I'd take coming back for firsts.

Hah. Yeah, I was reading that, thinking that given how much I have to lose, I may have a film career ahead of me.
Sadly, that likely will not be the case.

I'd take coming back for firsts.

So, um, report from the field here. The stars aligned last night for the second time since the surgery, and the tales of increased endurance, better blood flow, etc. have magically appeared here as well. If it was a placebo from reading this, I'll take it, but it was definitely noticeable to both of us.
Woot, Woot!

It truly is, brother. My big things were to take up running. Did my first 5K 10 months after my operation. Last year, I did a 365-miles-in-365-days challenge and nailed it, and among those miles were three timed runs. Exercise has become therapy.
The best, though, was doing one of those mud obstacle runs. Didn't skip any obstacle and ran the whole thing (OK, plodded along at the end ). I was at the top of one of the big rope-ladder obstacles and realized that I literally wouldn't have been able to do this at 362. It was a great moment.
Rock it, dudes.

It truly is, brother. My big things were to take up running. Did my first 5K 10 months after my operation. Last year, I did a 365-miles-in-365-days challenge and nailed it, and among those miles were three timed runs. Exercise has become therapy.
The best, though, was doing one of those mud obstacle runs. Didn't skip any obstacle and ran the whole thing (OK, plodded along at the end ). I was at the top of one of the big rope-ladder obstacles and realized that I literally wouldn't have been able to do this at 362. It was a great moment.
Rock it, dudes.

It truly is, brother. My big things were to take up running. Did my first 5K 10 months after my operation. Last year, I did a 365-miles-in-365-days challenge and nailed it, and among those miles were three timed runs. Exercise has become therapy.
The best, though, was doing one of those mud obstacle runs. Didn't skip any obstacle and ran the whole thing (OK, plodded along at the end ). I was at the top of one of the big rope-ladder obstacles and realized that I literally wouldn't have been able to do this at 362. It was a great moment.
Rock it, dudes.

I've found maintenance is about 300% harder than the honeymoon stage. But nothing good ever came easy.
The only easy day was yesterday, and the monkey is always on our backs.

It truly is, brother. My big things were to take up running. Did my first 5K 10 months after my operation. Last year, I did a 365-miles-in-365-days challenge and nailed it, and among those miles were three timed runs. Exercise has become therapy.
The best, though, was doing one of those mud obstacle runs. Didn't skip any obstacle and ran the whole thing (OK, plodded along at the end ). I was at the top of one of the big rope-ladder obstacles and realized that I literally wouldn't have been able to do this at 362. It was a great moment.
Rock it, dudes.

It truly is, brother. My big things were to take up running. Did my first 5K 10 months after my operation. Last year, I did a 365-miles-in-365-days challenge and nailed it, and among those miles were three timed runs. Exercise has become therapy.
The best, though, was doing one of those mud obstacle runs. Didn't skip any obstacle and ran the whole thing (OK, plodded along at the end ). I was at the top of one of the big rope-ladder obstacles and realized that I literally wouldn't have been able to do this at 362. It was a great moment.
Rock it, dudes.

I've found maintenance is about 300% harder than the honeymoon stage. But nothing good ever came easy.
The only easy day was yesterday, and the monkey is always on our backs.

I've found maintenance is about 300% harder than the honeymoon stage. But nothing good ever came easy.
The only easy day was yesterday, and the monkey is always on our backs.

I've found maintenance is about 300% harder than the honeymoon stage. But nothing good ever came easy.
The only easy day was yesterday, and the monkey is always on our backs.

This may be the best thread on the entire Internet.

I think it'd be more unusual to go through everything we do and NOT have some non-physical changes like you described.
I'm not psychologist, but this is how I see it....food was (and is) part of what defined us to ourselves and others. It gave us comfort, was part of our identity, etc. Whether you were the big guy who smoked racks and racks of ribs for, like four people (my hand up for that one), or the guy who cooks huge meals for others (ditto) or who uses treats as rewards (ditt....oh, crap ), your old relationship with food is part of your relationship with yourself.
So, that's one part of it.
The second part, at least for me, was that suddenly, I was wearing clothes I couldn't have fit in in high school, twenty years ago. You can't go through that kind of change without wondering whether down is up, up is down, or what's normal anymore.
People treat you differently. There's praise, there's watchful eyes, there's snide comments. I lost one of my best friends because of the surgery. He just went full d-bag on me. Why? Dunno. His problem. But it all contributed to a lot of mental work I had to get through myself.
Therapy is great. Self-therapy in healthy ways, like running, lifting, or even for me long hikes can help. I took up running, and it's a good way to refocus and get your mood swings and emotions out there. No harm in talking to someone about any of it. TOTALLY. NORMAL.

Hah. Yeah, I was reading that, thinking that given how much I have to lose, I may have a film career ahead of me.
Sadly, that likely will not be the case.

This may be the best thread on the entire Internet.

I think it'd be more unusual to go through everything we do and NOT have some non-physical changes like you described.
I'm not psychologist, but this is how I see it....food was (and is) part of what defined us to ourselves and others. It gave us comfort, was part of our identity, etc. Whether you were the big guy who smoked racks and racks of ribs for, like four people (my hand up for that one), or the guy who cooks huge meals for others (ditto) or who uses treats as rewards (ditt....oh, crap ), your old relationship with food is part of your relationship with yourself.
So, that's one part of it.
The second part, at least for me, was that suddenly, I was wearing clothes I couldn't have fit in in high school, twenty years ago. You can't go through that kind of change without wondering whether down is up, up is down, or what's normal anymore.
People treat you differently. There's praise, there's watchful eyes, there's snide comments. I lost one of my best friends because of the surgery. He just went full d-bag on me. Why? Dunno. His problem. But it all contributed to a lot of mental work I had to get through myself.
Therapy is great. Self-therapy in healthy ways, like running, lifting, or even for me long hikes can help. I took up running, and it's a good way to refocus and get your mood swings and emotions out there. No harm in talking to someone about any of it. TOTALLY. NORMAL.

I think it'd be more unusual to go through everything we do and NOT have some non-physical changes like you described.
I'm not psychologist, but this is how I see it....food was (and is) part of what defined us to ourselves and others. It gave us comfort, was part of our identity, etc. Whether you were the big guy who smoked racks and racks of ribs for, like four people (my hand up for that one), or the guy who cooks huge meals for others (ditto) or who uses treats as rewards (ditt....oh, crap ), your old relationship with food is part of your relationship with yourself.
So, that's one part of it.
The second part, at least for me, was that suddenly, I was wearing clothes I couldn't have fit in in high school, twenty years ago. You can't go through that kind of change without wondering whether down is up, up is down, or what's normal anymore.
People treat you differently. There's praise, there's watchful eyes, there's snide comments. I lost one of my best friends because of the surgery. He just went full d-bag on me. Why? Dunno. His problem. But it all contributed to a lot of mental work I had to get through myself.
Therapy is great. Self-therapy in healthy ways, like running, lifting, or even for me long hikes can help. I took up running, and it's a good way to refocus and get your mood swings and emotions out there. No harm in talking to someone about any of it. TOTALLY. NORMAL.

I think it'd be more unusual to go through everything we do and NOT have some non-physical changes like you described.
I'm not psychologist, but this is how I see it....food was (and is) part of what defined us to ourselves and others. It gave us comfort, was part of our identity, etc. Whether you were the big guy who smoked racks and racks of ribs for, like four people (my hand up for that one), or the guy who cooks huge meals for others (ditto) or who uses treats as rewards (ditt....oh, crap ), your old relationship with food is part of your relationship with yourself.
So, that's one part of it.
The second part, at least for me, was that suddenly, I was wearing clothes I couldn't have fit in in high school, twenty years ago. You can't go through that kind of change without wondering whether down is up, up is down, or what's normal anymore.
People treat you differently. There's praise, there's watchful eyes, there's snide comments. I lost one of my best friends because of the surgery. He just went full d-bag on me. Why? Dunno. His problem. But it all contributed to a lot of mental work I had to get through myself.
Therapy is great. Self-therapy in healthy ways, like running, lifting, or even for me long hikes can help. I took up running, and it's a good way to refocus and get your mood swings and emotions out there. No harm in talking to someone about any of it. TOTALLY. NORMAL.

I think it'd be more unusual to go through everything we do and NOT have some non-physical changes like you described.
I'm not psychologist, but this is how I see it....food was (and is) part of what defined us to ourselves and others. It gave us comfort, was part of our identity, etc. Whether you were the big guy who smoked racks and racks of ribs for, like four people (my hand up for that one), or the guy who cooks huge meals for others (ditto) or who uses treats as rewards (ditt....oh, crap ), your old relationship with food is part of your relationship with yourself.
So, that's one part of it.
The second part, at least for me, was that suddenly, I was wearing clothes I couldn't have fit in in high school, twenty years ago. You can't go through that kind of change without wondering whether down is up, up is down, or what's normal anymore.
People treat you differently. There's praise, there's watchful eyes, there's snide comments. I lost one of my best friends because of the surgery. He just went full d-bag on me. Why? Dunno. His problem. But it all contributed to a lot of mental work I had to get through myself.
Therapy is great. Self-therapy in healthy ways, like running, lifting, or even for me long hikes can help. I took up running, and it's a good way to refocus and get your mood swings and emotions out there. No harm in talking to someone about any of it. TOTALLY. NORMAL.

I think it'd be more unusual to go through everything we do and NOT have some non-physical changes like you described.
I'm not psychologist, but this is how I see it....food was (and is) part of what defined us to ourselves and others. It gave us comfort, was part of our identity, etc. Whether you were the big guy who smoked racks and racks of ribs for, like four people (my hand up for that one), or the guy who cooks huge meals for others (ditto) or who uses treats as rewards (ditt....oh, crap ), your old relationship with food is part of your relationship with yourself.
So, that's one part of it.
The second part, at least for me, was that suddenly, I was wearing clothes I couldn't have fit in in high school, twenty years ago. You can't go through that kind of change without wondering whether down is up, up is down, or what's normal anymore.
People treat you differently. There's praise, there's watchful eyes, there's snide comments. I lost one of my best friends because of the surgery. He just went full d-bag on me. Why? Dunno. His problem. But it all contributed to a lot of mental work I had to get through myself.
Therapy is great. Self-therapy in healthy ways, like running, lifting, or even for me long hikes can help. I took up running, and it's a good way to refocus and get your mood swings and emotions out there. No harm in talking to someone about any of it. TOTALLY. NORMAL.

I think it'd be more unusual to go through everything we do and NOT have some non-physical changes like you described.
I'm not psychologist, but this is how I see it....food was (and is) part of what defined us to ourselves and others. It gave us comfort, was part of our identity, etc. Whether you were the big guy who smoked racks and racks of ribs for, like four people (my hand up for that one), or the guy who cooks huge meals for others (ditto) or who uses treats as rewards (ditt....oh, crap ), your old relationship with food is part of your relationship with yourself.
So, that's one part of it.
The second part, at least for me, was that suddenly, I was wearing clothes I couldn't have fit in in high school, twenty years ago. You can't go through that kind of change without wondering whether down is up, up is down, or what's normal anymore.
People treat you differently. There's praise, there's watchful eyes, there's snide comments. I lost one of my best friends because of the surgery. He just went full d-bag on me. Why? Dunno. His problem. But it all contributed to a lot of mental work I had to get through myself.
Therapy is great. Self-therapy in healthy ways, like running, lifting, or even for me long hikes can help. I took up running, and it's a good way to refocus and get your mood swings and emotions out there. No harm in talking to someone about any of it. TOTALLY. NORMAL.

I think it'd be more unusual to go through everything we do and NOT have some non-physical changes like you described.
I'm not psychologist, but this is how I see it....food was (and is) part of what defined us to ourselves and others. It gave us comfort, was part of our identity, etc. Whether you were the big guy who smoked racks and racks of ribs for, like four people (my hand up for that one), or the guy who cooks huge meals for others (ditto) or who uses treats as rewards (ditt....oh, crap ), your old relationship with food is part of your relationship with yourself.
So, that's one part of it.
The second part, at least for me, was that suddenly, I was wearing clothes I couldn't have fit in in high school, twenty years ago. You can't go through that kind of change without wondering whether down is up, up is down, or what's normal anymore.
People treat you differently. There's praise, there's watchful eyes, there's snide comments. I lost one of my best friends because of the surgery. He just went full d-bag on me. Why? Dunno. His problem. But it all contributed to a lot of mental work I had to get through myself.
Therapy is great. Self-therapy in healthy ways, like running, lifting, or even for me long hikes can help. I took up running, and it's a good way to refocus and get your mood swings and emotions out there. No harm in talking to someone about any of it. TOTALLY. NORMAL.