During the class, they said we would probably feel cold. I’ve always been one of those people who didn’t get cold easily; I could tell that my skin was cold, but I almost never *felt* cold.
I am, apparently, no longer one of those people.
It has been cold here, at least by southern California standards. In the nights, it has been getting down into the low 40s. And I am feeling it *much* more than I have before. For a few days after the surgery, I could feel the cold. Then, I was mostly back to how I had been–cold resistant. Yesterday, it suddenly hit me again, and suddenly I’m feeling it as soon as it drops below 55 or so. It’s kind of weird.
I got frustrated with my diet of string cheese and yogurt, and took two risks yesterday. The first was getting some sliced peaches in juice (like the canned type) and eating a few bites. No problems, and it felt very, very good. The other was–at my brother-in-law’s birthday party–eating the tiniest morsel possible of cake and frosting (we’re talking a few grams). No problems, although not as rewarding as I hoped. Resisting the pizza was harder, but bearable.
I’m feeling good. My energy is mostly back; I have been able to walk 2-3 miles at a stretch without much trouble. I’m noticing that stairs are starting to be easier, which is probably due to carrying 30 fewer pounds. And people are starting to ask about the weight loss, so it must be starting to be visible.