Here is what happened. Two days post surgery I went for my week 2 weigh in. My daughter came with me so she could carry out my food (she's such a good girl!) and I had lost 4 pounds. Today was the week 3 weigh in. Even with 11 days of no yoga, alot of laying around watching TV and reading while I was out of work recovering, and some guilty days of soup and saltines (comfort food) for dinner, I lost another pound.
Week 3: Down 5 total so far. WOOO HOOOO!!!
Like I said, never give up on yourself. Even if life throws you a very sizeable monkey wrench. I'm keepin' my eye focused on the prize: good health. Sure I'll also look great in jeans, but really, after seeing pictures of my internal organs in the surgeon's office and after feeling so damn vulnerable on that ER gurney I really want to end my 30's with the smiling confidence of a woman who takes care of herself so that she may better take care of the ones around her that she loves. In the end, that's all that really matters.