Sweating as a "thinner" person...

So, I was always under the assumption that I would sweat a lot because of my size.  Putting it plainly, fat people sweat.  I had become accustomed to carrying papertowels folded in my jeans pockets when the weather got slightly warm because I knew just walking from the car to the front door of my job would make me all kinds of sweaty.  Mopping the sweat off of my face/neck before I got into work/the store/whatever destination would make me look less...fat and sweaty, for lack of a better term.  I would dread sitting anywhere outside in the heat because I knew when I got up there would be a HUGE sweaty butt print left behind (especially if I sat on concrete like the benches outside of work).  There is no dainty way to play off that huge sweat-print.  There's no way to pretend it isn't there.  There's no way that everyone doesn't see it.  It's there.  On the concrete bench, on the plastic lawn chair, on the steps, where ever I sat, I could not escape the big sweaty butt print.  Worst of all, sweat spreads out, so inevitably the butt print would make my already formidable arse look even bigger.

I was under the assumption that thinner people sweat less, therefore I would sweat less when I became said thinner person.  As I sit here, sweat-stuck to my leather desk chair, I will tell you that thinner people sweat.  Dammit.  Today the thermometer outside hit 97 degrees.  I cannot seem to drink enough water.  I sip and sip and sip until my FrankenStomach is sloshy and I'm still thirsty.  I'm sweating it all out.  I'm racing to stay hydrated, attempting to find that fine line between sloshy and pukey.

Perhaps it's all the excess skin... Will I be less of a sweaty mess when I get that removed?  Or am I just a sweating kinda person?  Will I always be doomed to damp hair in the summer?  I guess I'll just have to wait and find out.  I'm drinking water like it's going out of style.  Sip, sip, sip, puke... rinse, repeat.  The last thing I want is to end up in the hospital due to dehydration.  I know a lot of post op's end up hospitalized a few times due to lack of waters.  I've already been there once or twice myself.  So I'm moving onto more breathable furniture so I can continue to sip, sip, sip my water.

I want a Mountain Dew.  It's almost 100 degrees out and I want a fizzy, ice cold soda... on ice... with a straw.  Bitch and moan, I know.  I'm going to refill my water bottle now.  ...well, after I peel my smaller arse off of this leather chair.

I was smart enough to put a towel down on the seat so no one can see my butt print when I get up... Ahh, the small victories.  Gotta take them when you can  =)