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We are supposed to get about 5-10" of snow. This is where I think weathermen...ahem...meterologists that work near the Rocky Mountains should be shot. There is a HUGE difference between 5" and 10". The difference between wearing regular boots vs. hip waders. Heck, if I told my Wii that I'm between 5'5" and 5'10", I would already be considered "overweight" instead of "obese."
But I digress.
Even though I live near the Rocky Mountains, I'm in the citified part. I do not have a snow blower, nor do I need skis to get to work. But we are used to some cold and snow. A fact that you would not believe what happens when an impending storm is announced. People make a mad rush to the grocery stores, people buying as much toilet paper as they can carry, folks gassing up their Hum-Vees, fighting over the last bottle of cold medicine at the drug store. In short, the preparations turn to mayhem.
And I do share some of that. But it occurred to me this evening that my last-minute snow rush is a bit different now, post-op.
Before: Make sure I load up on bread. I couldn't go without bread for comfy grilled cheeses, toast, or to go with some spaghetti.
After: Stock up on pre-made protein shakes and soy crisps (I swear I did this, along with a bottle of Vitamin D).
Before: Race to get home before the snow flies so I can cuddle with the cat and eat the pizza I ordered.
After: Race home to do Zumba on the Wii (yes, I did this one too).
Before: Gas up the Prius
After: Gas up the Prius (hey, they can't all be different, right?)
It's funny how different some things seem now, if I take the time to look back. When they tell you that losing weight is a lifestyle change, they really aren't kidding (regardless of the means you have to lose weight--surgical or not).