I am going to lose weight during these 6 weeks despite the fact that I am not allowed to exercise. I turn 48 in October. Yes, I am one of those beautiful, dimpled Libran women (dimples in the thighs and butt). When I went to hospital last week I weigh 104 kgs and my waist measures 119 cm. I am 1.6m tall or short (as my husband and his offspring say). I have size 36 Levis which my sister bought me 10 years ago and which I wore for a 3 month stint about 4 years ago. Needless to say they no longer fit my size 42 butt. I also have beautiful coats and jackets and blouses and by the time I am able to wear anything but pjs again, there will still be 2 months of Winter left. And I shall wear these clothes that I love and have not worn in 5 years. The Levis, I am aiming for with my birthday in early October.
I had a hysterectomy exactly one week ago and P!x!e, the cat, was sterilised 6 months ago. We both need to lose centimetres. Her fur is swinging on the floor. She opts to stay in bed in solidarity with me or this is what she does all day in any case when no-one is home. With my op, my bladder was cut as the uterus had become attached during two Caesareans 17 (Joshua) and 15 (Elena) years ago. These cubs are the loinfruit of my hubs (Kobie). My hips were too narrow, though you We thought they were child-bearing hips but apparetnly they were just well-disguised under padding.
So I am house-bound, in bed, with a urinary catheter and a cat who is suffering from cabin-fever. I am not allowed to go to the shops. Not that my hubs and cubs want to be seen with "someone who has her weebag swinging from her calf". The hospital gave me this cool device which attaches the urinary bag to your leg. I am now known as Wonder-walk-and-wee-woman (Wwaww). The dogs are very interested but wary. The cat thinks it is a toy and longs to get her claws into it or perhaps just for a joyride.
I have decided to go the low Carb route or as I have personalised it, the lowC route. I will have a C treat every 7 days. Or 5 days. Or let's see. I'll try for seven. My weaknesses are all the Cs - Chocolate, cake, Chocolate, cookies, Chocolate, chips, Chocolate, crisps, (braised) chops, Chocolate.
I would've started yesterday but hubs went shopping and cubs helped prepare meals and I didn't want to put them off on the first day of serving Wwaww. They served wholesome veg soup (made by friend Bridget) with boerie rolls (farmer sausage on white hotdog rolls). Lekker (yummm)!! I was goodish as they brought two but I ate one.
So it is 5:30 and P!x wants food but I cannot get up. Hubs and cubs are still asleep. She is weak from hunger but playing with a marble on the concrete bedroom floor, probably hoping someone else, besides useless-for-food-right-now-but good-for-comfort-and-warmth-old-me, would wake up and feed her.
It is pouring outside. When they do wake up, I am hoping that they would feed me too. Should they oversleep both P!x!e and I will be at my slow mercy. I dare not trek to the kitchen with my husband around. He already had to rush me to emergency two nights ago when my catheter got blocked and my bladder filled up. We had been warned that this was not supposed to happen as the stitches on said bladder needs to heal otherwise I would leak into myself. What is it with some women’s uteruses anyway, that they randomly attached themselves to other resident innards?
Later today I will post my menu for day 1....
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