I've lost a lot of weight but it's kind of scary too.
I started to notice it in the spring after my first bad gall bladder episode. A few months ago I finally had to buy a new pair of pants that were smaller. My main two pairs are size 38 waist, I'm down to a 36 I suspect and when I went to the doctors the first time I was at 175, two years ago I was at least twenty pounds more. That was spooky. Then when I went this last time to talk to the surgeon, I was 173. This is good.... sort of.
I keep remembering one of the guys at the nursery that was dying of stomach cancer, the last time we saw him he was quite literally half the man he was. He was a short guy to start with but he was so emaciated... I keep worrying that will happen to me eventually.
Then I get a grip and look at my silver sparkly ball and remember that I don't have an incurable disease, I've been through a helluva lot of stress lately that takes it's toll. When I get this stressed out my appetite drops, not to mention I've been careful about what I'm eating.
What got my attention was a customer that I don't remember meeting coming up and saying 'You've lost weight!!' I gave her a kind of pained smile and she got the clue that it wasn't necessarily a good thing. I thanked her for the compliment anyway and told her I had been sick lately. She still felt it was a positive thing and I took it for what it was.
If a person I deal with sporadically has noticed, then the weight loss was more recent, like in the past few months.
Well off to get dressed for work, figure out what I want for lunch and if I have enough money to get lunch as well as mailing off the earrings that were sold yesterday.
That was a nice little note in my email box when I got home.
Hope everyone has a good day.
Love you all!
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