As of today it’s been two months, exactly, since the gastric sleeve surgery. Not to put too fine a point on it, but things are different post-op, ever so much. Beyond the 63 pounds that have somehow melted off me, I mean.
Here’s what I’m talking ’bout, Willis.
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I Get Cold
Turns out, fat’s a good insulator. Sure, I got cold before, but I could tolerate a lower temperature much more easily. It had to get down to 55ºF or so before I’d bust out a hoodie. Those days are gone, it seems.
A few days ago, it dropped into the mid-60s and I had to bundle up. From what I’ve learned researching this phenomenon, I’ll get more sensitive to it as I continue to drop weight, too. That’s a burden I’m willing to bear.
The Brakes On My Bicycle Work Better
I bike. A lot. To and from work and, more often these days, a longer ride on the weekend. My stopping distance at 272 pounds is dramatically different than it was at 335 pounds. Like, half of what it was.
I can’t wait to see what it’s like in another 65 pounds or so.
There’s probably a physics nerd out there somewhere who could help me calculate what that distance will be at a given velocity and friction coefficient. If you’re that nerd and you’re reading this, drop a line. Let’s do some math.
I Care More About How I Look
I’m shaving more frequently. I’m dressing better. That was not necessarily SOP in days gone by. Now, much more so.
I’m More Confident
At home. At work. Wherever. It feels good. I try not to think about it too much.