I am home from my long week in Pittsburgh. Finally. It was a very, very long week. My mother had surgery on her arm which she had broken. We buried my step-father. I saw family that I have not seen in years. It all felt kind of unreal and was very stressful.
I tried as hard as I could to stick close to my diet plan. I did have a couple of hiccups though. Then I developed horrible constipation during my last couple of days there. It got so bad my mother wanted to take me to the ER. It finally cleared up last night and I was able to make the drive back home safely. I think it was brought on by a few bad choices and the stress of a very difficult week. Needless to say, I am very glad that week is over and I am glad to be home.
All that aside, I had three really great experiences I would like to share.
The first, of course, is everyone’s reaction to seeing me 112 pounds smaller. My stepbrother, Bill, last saw me a couple of years ago. He and his wife have been getting updates from my mom with pictures. But pictures really do not do the change I have undergone justice. When they saw me, they were absolutely flabbergasted. Bill picked up my baby sister and her husband from the airport and dropped them off at my mom’s house. He helped bring the luggage in. When I said hello, he replied with, “OMG Colleen! When I saw you from the street I thought you were Sandy (my other sister).” He then gave me a big hug and told me how great I looked. As we stood there and talked, he just kept shaking his head and saying, “Unbelievable!” When his wife saw me, she reacted the same way. Pretty much everyone who saw me had the same reaction.
The other experience had to do with my other stepbrother’s wife. Michelle had the gastric by-pass surgery a few years ago. She was so excited when she found out I was getting the surgery. She has also followed my progress through my mom. I have not seen her for maybe seven or eight years. She was always a big woman. The day of my step-dad’s funeral this tall, thin, gorgeous woman came up to me and gave me a hug to tell me how good it was to see me and how wonderful I looked. My mouth fell to the floor. It wasn’t until she started speaking that I knew it was Michelle. Talk about the tables being turned.
The last and best news that I have to share is I weighed myself when I returned home. I’ve lost 3 pounds. I am now down to 183. At least there is something good that came out of a very long and difficult week.
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