Thursday night, Fatboy registered a 135.5 on the bathroom scale! I made a big deal about it on Facebook with photos of the scale and my big gut hanging over my always-unbuttoned shorts, but I’m holding back here a little bit before I declare victory because I appear to be retaining water. It didn’t stop me from opening up my iPhone app to plug in the numbers to come up with my BMI and confirm that it was 23.2 BMI with my 5′ 4″ stature. Fatboy has arrived in the house!
My ankles and calves were swollen Thursday and Friday for some reason; nearly disgustingly on my legs where something may have been pressing into my flesh for a while and then I get up. The mark stayed indented far further than is considered natural, normal, or tolerable to look at.
Friday night, after not drinking like a camel and several bathroom breaks per a normal night, I was still 132lbs, so I was thinking that a normal night of eating and drinking would have yielded the same weight as before.
Today, while at the grocery store, I got onto the Toledo scale that they have at every store. Every Toledo scale is awesome, and I’m pretty darn sure they come in a calibrate them regularly. 135, baby!
After coming home and eating another 5-portion Hamburger Helper all by myself, feeling way too stuffed for doing so, and already being incredibly happy with my weight gain, I’ve decided to go on a “maintain weight” diet starting with Sunday.
Looking back at my archives, I weighed 103lbs on December 21st just after my birthday that landed me in the ER with my second blockage in 3 months (have I told that story yet?) and not feeling much like eating anything for a few weeks after that episode. So, it’s been six months and 32 pounds to get to this point!
My body has changed. My mind has changed. My relationship with Beautiful has changed. My world of having CF has changed because of you reading my site and sharing your lives on your sites.
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