Between cheap dinners out with the new boo , a very stressful and time-consuming new job (and the thousands of Goldfish consumed weekly to keep me on my feet), and all the yoga-defying illnesses my little petri dishes have passed me on their homework assignments in the past nine months, I’ve noticed that my clothes have been getting tighter. Like, a lot tighter. As in, I find myself wincing as I take off particularly unforgiving dresses at the end of the day – dresses which, nine months ago, fit just fine, or were even a bit baggy at the waist. And now I’m faced with a dilemma I haven’t faced in years: how to lose bulk, if not necessarily weight. If you’ve been reading this blog (or known me personally) for the few years, you know that I am majorly anti-dieting. And if you’ve known me for the past decade, you might recall that the last time I succumbed to societal pressure and tried to lose weight, through a strict-but-real...
Life after Gastric Bypass surgery