Frustrated and Disappointed

Today was the wonderful day I got to see my doctor. As you know my goal was to reach 250 lbs by today. I was nervous on my way to his office because I wasn’t sure if I had made my goal. I really didn’t want another fill because of all the trouble I had last time. I was going to keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best. Well, I arrived and my name was called. I walked to the dreaded scale and it read 254 lbs. I was upset I didn’t reach my goal, but still happy I lost 6 lbs. Also, according to them this marked my 50 lb weight loss marker; it marks 54 lbs for me because I had gained 4 lbs before I started my pre-op diet for the surgery. I wasn’t sure what to expect from the doctor, but what I got was not happiness. He read my chart and told me he was not happy with my loss and expected it to be double that amount. I told him I thought I was doing well. I also informed him I had dropped a couple of dress sizes, which I guess is a unique saying, but to me means clothes sizes. He then asked me if I wore dresses and I told him no. You think the doctor would be happy that I have gone from a size 46-44 in pants to a size 40 and from a 2x in shirts to a XL (in some cases L). He also asked if I was eating pizza, which I haven’t done in awhile and told him I was mostly eating fish, chicken and broccoli. He told me he expects me to lose between 6 to 8 lbs on a monthly basis. He also told me to eat no more than 1,000 calories a day and exercise 3 to 4 times a week. He felt the band was doing its job, but I wasn’t and if I didn’t lose at least 6 lbs by next month I might have to get a fill. Needless to say, I am full of negative feelings and hope I can use them to push me to lose the weight he wants by next month. I guess time will tell. I hope ya’ll are doing better then me. ~Best Wishes~