Early Bird?

For those of you who know me, it doesn't come as much of a surprise when I say that I am not a fan of mornings. My body works on a clock that doesn't want to start until 10:00am and wraps up around 12:30-1:00am. However, life doesn't really care what my body's clock wants. It wants me to get up and moving at 6:45am and continue to go until 10:30pm at which time I am required to shut down.

I've adjusted somewhat over the years, but never been totally thrilled about it.

The thing is, I am now trying to fit a workout into my mornings. This isn't as easy as it should be. My mornings are booked solid from 6:45 - 8:00am. So the 8:00 time should be working, right? Wrong. Yesterday, my workout partner, and lap-band buddy - Shiela, had a meeting bright and early. So we went at 5:45am. A-M! Today, the air conditioning repair man is coming to my house sometime between 8:30 and 9:00am. So again, we worked out at 5:45am.

Yep, me the habitual morning Grinch has been up 2 days in a row to e-x-e-r-c-i-s-e. No, I don't feel good about it. No, I don't feel more energized or organized or whatever. I just feel tired. I can hardly keep my eyes from closing as I sit at this computer. Man, I need a nap!

The only benefit of getting up and moving in the middle of the night (it is still night at 5:45am - it's DARK. Dark = Night) is the fact that at that hour I totally weigh less. Now if I could only remember to weigh myself...

Poof! It's Gone.

I haven't weighed in a few days. I forget. Maybe I just don't want to see the scale go up one minute and down the next (OK, so I don't mind the down).

So finally this afternoon I got on and held my breath...

258.6!!! I am in the 250's! I know, that is still REALLY heavy. But man oh man does it feel good! No longer am I pushing 300! My clothes are hanging on me. Everyday my friends comment on the "new me"! They are incredibly supportive and encouraging. They make me feel fantastic about myself.

I must admit that I am excited to see my family. My brothers don't know that I had the surgery. I decided to surprise them. I love them dearly and we have a fantastic relationship. It is hard not to confide in them or to call them up and share my newest weight-loss news with them, but I can't wait to see them in June of next year and be down almost 100lbs. That SHOCK will be worth the wait! :)

My parents and sister know about the surgery (and they know to keep it quiet around the boys) but they haven't seen me either. I know, it's a little silly, but really already I am down over 22lbs! That has made a big difference in my appearance. I can't wait to show off the new me!

I am also thrilled to see my in-laws in December. My sweet, sweet sister-in-law and her husband were the ones to make the surgery possible so soon. Our plan was to wait until tax returns next spring, but they offered to cover the cost of our vacation together allowing me to have the surgery so soon!

How did I get so lucky? I have unbelievable support from my family and friends. I couldn't do this without them. I know that they love me regardless of what size I am. They do not love me any more or less because of my weight - they just want me to be healthy and happy. They are such a blessing to me.