Surgeon's appointment today and I nervously stood on the scales. I weighed in at 89.6kg... FUCKING AWESOME!!! I was dancing around his office singing "I'm in the 80's, I'm an 80's girl!!" My surgeon is really happy with my progress and doesn't want to take any fill out. I explained to him how much I struggled with my food, but he thinks that I'm doing OK. I'm enjoying the soups and tiny portions, and if it will help my weight loss, then so be it!
He wants me to lose 10kg by my wedding (in 10 weeks time!). I'm like... Yeah right!! I'd be sweet at 85kg... but he thinks I can pull a bigger number... Bring on the Challenge!!