It would be nice to imagine that life has been so busy lately that I haven't had a chance to blog - that I've been up to my eyesockets surrounded in happy times and purple unicorns. Nope.
I have had a setback - a hiccup - a pothole in this road if you will.
I had my follow up appointment with my surgeon on February 5th. At that time I had officially lost 47.6lbs from surgery (58.6 from the week before surgery). The Dr. had a young resident with him who is studying to be a GP so she sat in on the appointment (with my consent) to learn about the procedure. He pointed out my incision lines and various details about the surgery (such as through which hole he pulled out my stomache). The resident then asked me all sorts of questions about the surgery such as my motivation (health) and what the recovery was like in hospital (easy-peasy for me). My Dr. was very pleased with my weight loss and referred to me as "exceptional".
One week later I was at the Emergency Department with chest pain, nausea, and even weakness in my left arm. They dutifully checked out my heart, which is fine. Phew! Then they went looking for a blood clot (which is a risk of any surgery for even 90 days!). Couln't find one. My bloodwork showed 2 things: I was dehydrated and my liver was working harder than normal. After the surgeon had me admitted to check all of this out, it got worse. I could keep nothing down. Not even a sip of water. When you are sleeved, I have found that it is a constant battle between eating and drinking. It is possibly to dehydrate so quickly that you have to be on top of your fluid intake and cannot afford the luxury of forgetting about it for even 24 hours!!! So, when I found myself completely unable to get a sip of water down, I started to realize the state I was in. I was discharged 9 days later.
I'll spare you the gory details of my medical incarceration (I was so sick and nauseous it was like a Stephen King novel). I will tell you these two tidbits which should give you a vague idea of my sickness: first I started Valentine's Day off with another swallow test (which is THE most dreaded part of surgery for many sleevers) after which the hospital employee who was assigned to wheel me back to my room asked me how long I had been on chemo due to my up-chuckedness - AND second, I was actually ON a drug that is given to chemo patients to help them with said up-chuckedness.
I can sum up the experience in numbers:
1 - cancelled 40th bday party for me this year.
3 - the number of big events I missed (Brother's bday supper, Mom's bday party, Valentines Day date!)
4 - the number of pounds I GAINED in hospital. UGH! The inhumanity!!!!
6 - the number of newly-sleeved people who were done and released while I was still in (they do 3 a week here on Mondays)
9 - the number of days I was admitted.
9 - the number of different prescriptions I was given.
53 - the number of injections I had during my stay.
The most inportant number is 2. I'm back on full-fluids for at least 2 weeks then mushies for 2 weeks. (I had just moved up to solids pre-admission, so this is a kick in the arse). I have to focus on getting 2 litres of fluid in a day to avoid re-hospitalization.
I ended up having an obstuction. Since surgery in December a small hiatal hernia apparently decided to take up residence. For reference, a hiatal hernia is common- approximately half of the population walking around have one and don't even know it. If it produces any symptoms at all, it would be heartburn or reflux. Sometime on the 12th of February that hernia protruded into my diaphragm causing chest pain, arm weakness, and nausea. In the general population, this would be pretty minor. For someone sleeved only 9 weeks prior, it was a catastrophe which led to complete obstruction as my esophagus spasmed in reaction to the protrusion.
Is it related to my surgery? Yes and no. Surgery did not cause it, in fact the surgeons routinely repair such hernias if found during the VSG surgery. But - it was worsened by the fact that I was recently sleeved.
Does this have a happy ending? Well, yes. I am fully aware that the outcome could have been much worse. I was sicker than I have ever been in my life. While I am struggling now every day to "sip sip sip" those liquids, I would rather be struggling to get enough liquids in me to survive than to be not surviving. The surgeon couldn't treat the hernia or obstruction as a scope was not possible - he feels that this should settle down and in time as my stomache expands a little Mr. Hiatal Hernia (I won't lie I sometimes call him Mr. FN Asshole) the risk of complete obstruction will be less.
But... I now find I am feeling fragile and vulnerable. These are not things I am used to feeling, and are definitely not on my color-wheel. We don't know what caused the protrusion - could have been a cough, sneeze, bend etc. So aside from feeling afraid to move too much or breathe too heavy, I'm also living with the uncertainty every day if I'll end up at Emerg by the end of that same day.
Deep down, I'm equally afraid of failure. I always have been. The night before surgery I was not afraid of the procedure, recovery, pain, staples, or death. I was afraid I would fail.
Now with this "hiccup", I feel like no matter what I will not be "exceptional" any more. I am now a cautionary tale of what can happen - what can go wrong - the "girl who got re-admitted for nine whole days!"
So... I have done what I always do. I am moving forward with my best face on. I will leave my house today with a smile on my face.
I guess in the end it comes back to the number 2... I've been given a second chance because at least I'm still here...
Saturday, 23 February 2013
Monday, 4 February 2013
Milestone
I had surgery 8 weeks ago today.
I now weigh less than I did after 8 months of WW.
Considering I weighed more at the start of my surgery than I did at the start of WW, that is pretty amazing!
I have reached the lowest point of my recorded weight. Before WW, way back in my University days (16 years ago) my weight was exactly what it is today.
Considering that since childhood (with the exception of WW) my weight showed only a steady growth, the fact that I managed to get back to what I weighed 16 years ago is a real feat.
But don't get me wrong. This journey is not an easy one. While I still enjoy cooking and preparing meals, I do not enjoy eating. Watching me eat sometimes it can appear as though I have an eating disorder. I have to think about every morsel. I often push my food around my plate. I struggle even still to drink enough liquids, and I hardly ever get the target amounts in.
I evny the people out there who can diet successfully and get to where they need to be on their own. If I could have, I would have done so in a heartbeat.
Surgery is not for everyone. But it saved my life. And although I struggle every day, I would have it again tomorrow.
I now weigh less than I did after 8 months of WW.
Considering I weighed more at the start of my surgery than I did at the start of WW, that is pretty amazing!
I have reached the lowest point of my recorded weight. Before WW, way back in my University days (16 years ago) my weight was exactly what it is today.
Considering that since childhood (with the exception of WW) my weight showed only a steady growth, the fact that I managed to get back to what I weighed 16 years ago is a real feat.
But don't get me wrong. This journey is not an easy one. While I still enjoy cooking and preparing meals, I do not enjoy eating. Watching me eat sometimes it can appear as though I have an eating disorder. I have to think about every morsel. I often push my food around my plate. I struggle even still to drink enough liquids, and I hardly ever get the target amounts in.
I evny the people out there who can diet successfully and get to where they need to be on their own. If I could have, I would have done so in a heartbeat.
Surgery is not for everyone. But it saved my life. And although I struggle every day, I would have it again tomorrow.
Saturday, 2 February 2013
Mid Life Crisis??
With my 40th birthday approaching at the end of the month, I've been pretty absorbed lately in the realisation that I don't have a fucking clue who I am.
Gulp.
You heard me.
Since childhood, I have been using food to soothe and to feel good. Right now, "soothe" and "feel good" are about as far from the spectrum of emotions I'd associate with food as anything, because eating anything (or even drinking) is a chore. A necessary evil. The mental struggle (of making sure I eat or drink enough, wondering what my stomach will or will not tolerate) has sucked the joy right out of sticking anything in my gob. Don't get me wrong - I would have this surgery again in a heartbeat... but it has left me laid bare.
Without my ability to self-medicate by consumption of food, I have lost my quick therapeutic fix. Thankfully life is good and there is no need for me to be receiving therapy- BUT.... I guess I am left to ponder a huge question. If I consistently used food to gloss over feelings, to feel good, and to have a sort of a quick "high"... then was I ever really "myself"??? Oh geez, this is starting to sound more like I might need help a la Dr. Phil...
I spent many years of my life trying to fit in. This peaked pretty much in High School, where I achieved true chameleon-like status. I tried SO hard to have SO many friends that I would have a mini-crisis at lunch because I would have no idea which table to sit at. Combine this with my being an innate people-pleaser, one could clearly see the havoc this would cause in my noggin. I was trying so hard to be everyone's friend that I bent every which way like Gumby - and truly lost who I was. Thankfully by the last year, I had "grown a pair" and realised that I needed to be me.
Sadly, I was still a "me" that used food as a tool...
So who the heck am I now? I guess deep down I'm the same me, without a lot of the insecurities of youth. But I'm left to figure out a few things yet. Is there anything left over from my first 40 years that I haven't dealt with? Is there anything that I would use food to mask right now? Are there residual feelings or experiences that I have pushed aside... ones that might now begin to hamper my progress?
I hope not. Honestly, I don't think so.
I guess I'm kind of feeling a little like a newborn. While babies are adorable, heart-snatching little bundles of joy - there remains the fact that they are bare, often-stinky, blank slates.
Am I a blank slate? Sort of. Thankfully, I'm not stinky - but I'm definitely feeling bare without my crutch...
Gulp.
You heard me.
Since childhood, I have been using food to soothe and to feel good. Right now, "soothe" and "feel good" are about as far from the spectrum of emotions I'd associate with food as anything, because eating anything (or even drinking) is a chore. A necessary evil. The mental struggle (of making sure I eat or drink enough, wondering what my stomach will or will not tolerate) has sucked the joy right out of sticking anything in my gob. Don't get me wrong - I would have this surgery again in a heartbeat... but it has left me laid bare.
Without my ability to self-medicate by consumption of food, I have lost my quick therapeutic fix. Thankfully life is good and there is no need for me to be receiving therapy- BUT.... I guess I am left to ponder a huge question. If I consistently used food to gloss over feelings, to feel good, and to have a sort of a quick "high"... then was I ever really "myself"??? Oh geez, this is starting to sound more like I might need help a la Dr. Phil...
I spent many years of my life trying to fit in. This peaked pretty much in High School, where I achieved true chameleon-like status. I tried SO hard to have SO many friends that I would have a mini-crisis at lunch because I would have no idea which table to sit at. Combine this with my being an innate people-pleaser, one could clearly see the havoc this would cause in my noggin. I was trying so hard to be everyone's friend that I bent every which way like Gumby - and truly lost who I was. Thankfully by the last year, I had "grown a pair" and realised that I needed to be me.
Sadly, I was still a "me" that used food as a tool...
So who the heck am I now? I guess deep down I'm the same me, without a lot of the insecurities of youth. But I'm left to figure out a few things yet. Is there anything left over from my first 40 years that I haven't dealt with? Is there anything that I would use food to mask right now? Are there residual feelings or experiences that I have pushed aside... ones that might now begin to hamper my progress?
I hope not. Honestly, I don't think so.
I guess I'm kind of feeling a little like a newborn. While babies are adorable, heart-snatching little bundles of joy - there remains the fact that they are bare, often-stinky, blank slates.
Am I a blank slate? Sort of. Thankfully, I'm not stinky - but I'm definitely feeling bare without my crutch...
Saturday, 26 January 2013
Disconnect
Before surgery, food would do a few things for me. First of all, if I was hungry, it would fill me up. It would also often make me feel good - I would relish the taste of most of what I ate. Last but not least, it provided a disconnect from everything else around me. After all, no matter what else was in front of me, if there was food - it took precedence.
Did I have an unhealthy relationship with food? Yes. Obviously. I don't know many super-obese or morbidly-obese people who have a healthy relationship with food.
My biggest struggle now is eating and drinking. It seems that this is normal, and to be expected.
However, it is not my only struggle. The haven that food used to provide is gone. I feel somewhat laid bare by the absence of the disconnect that food used to provide. Mindless eating, after all, used to mean that I didn't even think about what I was putting in my mouth. Now it is the opposite. Not only do I have to think about it, but I have to constantly evaluate what I am eating, when I am eating, and if I am tolerating "enough" food to meet my nutritional goals.
My drug of choice - food - no longer is available to fill the gaps that it used to.
Whatever will I do to fill the void?
I've considered the alternatives. Alcohol is not a good one. It can really mess up the new sleeve. Well, I guess there's sex, but then again I only have so much physio coverage HAHAH! Some around me have suggested that I take up knitting or crocheting. That just makes me think of the old cat lady, sitting in her chair, knitting endless blankets and surrounded by a housefull of cats. Not my thing.
So... I have a solution for now that seems to be working. My plan is to get active. So far I have the green light on "gentle" swimming, so I have taken up the cause and decided to treat my time at the pool as an escape.
Besides, maybe if I open my mouth while I swim, I'll actually get in enough fluids for the day!
Glub glub....
Did I have an unhealthy relationship with food? Yes. Obviously. I don't know many super-obese or morbidly-obese people who have a healthy relationship with food.
My biggest struggle now is eating and drinking. It seems that this is normal, and to be expected.
However, it is not my only struggle. The haven that food used to provide is gone. I feel somewhat laid bare by the absence of the disconnect that food used to provide. Mindless eating, after all, used to mean that I didn't even think about what I was putting in my mouth. Now it is the opposite. Not only do I have to think about it, but I have to constantly evaluate what I am eating, when I am eating, and if I am tolerating "enough" food to meet my nutritional goals.
My drug of choice - food - no longer is available to fill the gaps that it used to.
Whatever will I do to fill the void?
I've considered the alternatives. Alcohol is not a good one. It can really mess up the new sleeve. Well, I guess there's sex, but then again I only have so much physio coverage HAHAH! Some around me have suggested that I take up knitting or crocheting. That just makes me think of the old cat lady, sitting in her chair, knitting endless blankets and surrounded by a housefull of cats. Not my thing.
So... I have a solution for now that seems to be working. My plan is to get active. So far I have the green light on "gentle" swimming, so I have taken up the cause and decided to treat my time at the pool as an escape.
Besides, maybe if I open my mouth while I swim, I'll actually get in enough fluids for the day!
Glub glub....
Sunday, 13 January 2013
The "Pre and Post" Post
Life has changed immesely with this sleeve. Here's a little glimpse of what a day in my life looked like before the sleeve, and what it looks like now.
A Day in My Life: Pre-Sleeve
Get up. Grab headboard to roll self to side of bed. Sit on side of bed. Get out of bed. Drag self to bathroom. Sit back on bed to get dressed. Carefully descend top flight of stairs to main floor as back is aching. Once on main floor shlep self to front of fridge to contemplate breakfast. Not hungy as stomache still has food from last night. Sometimes force self to eat something not neccessarily of any particular food group, most times not. Drink something to take pill for back pain. Seek refuge in comfy recliner. (General rule of the day is to move as little as is possible.) Continue to think about food as hunger increases. Plan lunch. Execute lunch - all while planning and fantasizing about supper. Cook or procure supper. Later that night eat again as still hungry (shouldn't have skipped breakkie maybe??). Shlep self back up over the stairs and into bed. Eat a TUM (reflux, but then again I'm lying down soon after eating...).
A Day in My Life: Post-Sleeve
Get up. Get out of bed. Use bathroom. Get dressed. Hit the kitchen - HAVE TO DRINK SOMETHING!! Take medication. Evaluate meals planned for the day. Am I getting enough protein? Wait 30 minutes and eat breakfast carefully and slowly. 30 minutes later start sipping again. Keep hydrated. Consult daily "to do list". Shopping? Housework? Appointments? Not hungry but must eat. Lunch already planned. Stop drinking 30 minutes prior. Eat lunch (slowly, as that is the only way I can eat). Focus on stomache - is food tolerated? Chew each small mouthful at least 30 times to a paste. Log all morsels in daily food diary app. 30 minutes later... keep drinking! Stay hydrated! Get out. Do something. Avoid recliner (or limit use). Drink! Remember to stop drinking 30 minutes prior to supper (which again has already been planned due to neccessity). Eat supper carefully. Wait 30 minutes. Drink drink drink. Drink again. Evaluate day's progress re nutrition. Did I get enough protein? Did I drink enough liquid? Plan meals for next couple of days. Sleep.
In a nutshell, pre-sleeve my life was pretty much consumed by food. When I would eat, what I would eat. I would fantasize about the next meal while eating the current meal.
Now that I'm sleeved, I have to remember to eat and to drink. I do need to plan meals and think about their nutritional content, BUT there is no fantasy involved - food has lost its allure. It is quite a battle actually to try and plan meals when I am never hungry. It is also a struggle to eat (and to drink!) - the process is exhausting. It seems like with this surgery everything that I consume requires thought and preparation. Mindless eating is not an option (thank GOD!).
Some people refer to weight loss surgery as "the easy way out". Is it easy? Hell no. If I neglect myself I will end up in hospital within 24-28 hours. This is a constant battle of trying to eat - trying to digest food - trying to drink enough liquid. The only easy part of the whole thing for me is that I am physically unable to over-eat, but that has come at a cost.
That being said, this is the best decision I have ever made. This surgery has changed my life. Overeating is no longer an option - once my sleeve has had enough it lets me know by pressure and pain. Mindless eating is no longer an option - I can only consume so little that it has to be as nutritionally sufficient as is possible. Sure I could neglect myself still - for example, by skipping meals or liquids. However now it is much more serious, with the outcome being dehydration requiring hospitalization.
Aside from moving better and feeling better, I have become ultimately aware of and accountable for what I put in my body. While it is a complex struggle, it is a fight that I'm happy to have for the rest of my life.
I would rather live this life as a participant than as an observer, so fight I will!
A Day in My Life: Pre-Sleeve
Get up. Grab headboard to roll self to side of bed. Sit on side of bed. Get out of bed. Drag self to bathroom. Sit back on bed to get dressed. Carefully descend top flight of stairs to main floor as back is aching. Once on main floor shlep self to front of fridge to contemplate breakfast. Not hungy as stomache still has food from last night. Sometimes force self to eat something not neccessarily of any particular food group, most times not. Drink something to take pill for back pain. Seek refuge in comfy recliner. (General rule of the day is to move as little as is possible.) Continue to think about food as hunger increases. Plan lunch. Execute lunch - all while planning and fantasizing about supper. Cook or procure supper. Later that night eat again as still hungry (shouldn't have skipped breakkie maybe??). Shlep self back up over the stairs and into bed. Eat a TUM (reflux, but then again I'm lying down soon after eating...).
A Day in My Life: Post-Sleeve
Get up. Get out of bed. Use bathroom. Get dressed. Hit the kitchen - HAVE TO DRINK SOMETHING!! Take medication. Evaluate meals planned for the day. Am I getting enough protein? Wait 30 minutes and eat breakfast carefully and slowly. 30 minutes later start sipping again. Keep hydrated. Consult daily "to do list". Shopping? Housework? Appointments? Not hungry but must eat. Lunch already planned. Stop drinking 30 minutes prior. Eat lunch (slowly, as that is the only way I can eat). Focus on stomache - is food tolerated? Chew each small mouthful at least 30 times to a paste. Log all morsels in daily food diary app. 30 minutes later... keep drinking! Stay hydrated! Get out. Do something. Avoid recliner (or limit use). Drink! Remember to stop drinking 30 minutes prior to supper (which again has already been planned due to neccessity). Eat supper carefully. Wait 30 minutes. Drink drink drink. Drink again. Evaluate day's progress re nutrition. Did I get enough protein? Did I drink enough liquid? Plan meals for next couple of days. Sleep.
In a nutshell, pre-sleeve my life was pretty much consumed by food. When I would eat, what I would eat. I would fantasize about the next meal while eating the current meal.
Now that I'm sleeved, I have to remember to eat and to drink. I do need to plan meals and think about their nutritional content, BUT there is no fantasy involved - food has lost its allure. It is quite a battle actually to try and plan meals when I am never hungry. It is also a struggle to eat (and to drink!) - the process is exhausting. It seems like with this surgery everything that I consume requires thought and preparation. Mindless eating is not an option (thank GOD!).
Some people refer to weight loss surgery as "the easy way out". Is it easy? Hell no. If I neglect myself I will end up in hospital within 24-28 hours. This is a constant battle of trying to eat - trying to digest food - trying to drink enough liquid. The only easy part of the whole thing for me is that I am physically unable to over-eat, but that has come at a cost.
That being said, this is the best decision I have ever made. This surgery has changed my life. Overeating is no longer an option - once my sleeve has had enough it lets me know by pressure and pain. Mindless eating is no longer an option - I can only consume so little that it has to be as nutritionally sufficient as is possible. Sure I could neglect myself still - for example, by skipping meals or liquids. However now it is much more serious, with the outcome being dehydration requiring hospitalization.
Aside from moving better and feeling better, I have become ultimately aware of and accountable for what I put in my body. While it is a complex struggle, it is a fight that I'm happy to have for the rest of my life.
I would rather live this life as a participant than as an observer, so fight I will!
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
Weightless
There is danger with placing the emphasis on weight loss solely on the weight that is lost.
Since surgery, my body has been changing at a very fast pace. Aside from my shape, I'm noticing that my stamina has increased dramatically. We live in a 3-story townhouse, and pre-surgery I detested the stairs. Honestly - if I was on the 2nd story and realized that I had left something on the 3rd floor, it was more often than not likely to remain on the 3rd floor until I had to go up there. Moving around at 414lbs was not fun by any means, as you can probably imagine.
Yesterday I surprised my Hubby. See, Hubby does all of the laundry in our house - he calls it a fair trade to not have to do the bathrooms hahaha! Yesterday on the way out the door, he brought our laundry down the 2 flights of stairs so that he could get at it when he got home in the evening. Well, I woke up so full of energy that I looked for something to do that did not involve our comfy recliner. I did a little light housework and then hopped down the stairs and started in on the laundry. Hubby returned home to not only 5 loads of laundry done, but a wonderful meal of steak and veggies for his supper. I even made a lemon sponge cake for dessert which he didn't touch (he is really working at trying to decipher when he is "full", and he is doing great! My supper meal consisted of 50 grams of diced chicken with a little (1tsp) spinach dip on the side. I could not eat all of it so I gladly stored the leftovers. At the end of the meal, we each had enough left for another meal. By the way - one of the after-effects of a VSG means a fridge full of left-overs and partial meals. I'm saving a fortune here people!!
Anyhow - I wanted to talk about weight. Even though I've just had surgery to lose weight, I have to say that the biggest motivator is not the scales - it is how GOOD I feel. I can go up the stairs now without even thinking about it. One day last week I walked through two malls with my Mom in the same day. The last time I can remember doing that was in Junior High School (25 years ago...). I didn't even realize that I had done that until we got home.
There is danger with placing the emphasis on weight loss solely on the weight that is lost. There - I've said it again because it bears repeating.
See, if I measure my success only by the numbers on the scale, I would not get the full picture of my journey. Yes, I've lost 30 pounds. BUT, I've gained the ability to move much better. To climb stairs without hesitating or bemoaning their existence. To walk more than I had in 2.5 decades. To fit into smaller clothing. To feel vibrant, full of energy, and capable of just about anything.
I have met more than a few people on this journey who are addicted to the scales. Some of my "sleeve sisters" weigh every day. Some even weigh multiple times a day. And for what? To watch the weight fall off in decimals? To beat themselves up when there is a stall? To give themselves a reason to wonder what they are doing wrong?? This frustrates me to no end, because I'm just as guilty. During my time at WW, I learned to detest the weekly weigh-in. There was just so much pressure that I put on myself every week. Would I lose "enough"? Would I be good "enough"? I have decided to only weigh at clinical appointments so that I can avoid the same torture on a routine basis.
I have often wished that I could be weightless. Seeing as I'm not an astronaut, the only place that I can achieve weightlessness is in the pool which I LOVE. There is no way to ignore my weight on this journey, but I am going to actively refuse to beat myself up or try to measure my progress against anyone else.
Fact is - I feel better, I move better, I look better, and I'm living better.
Sarah McLachlan pretty much sums up how I feel in her song Angel:
"There's always some reason
To feel not good enough,
And it's hard, at the end of the day.
I need some distraction,
Oh, beautiful release.
Memories seep from my veins.
Let me be empty,
Oh, and weightless,
And maybe I'll find some peace tonight."
You can listen to it by playing the video below:
Since surgery, my body has been changing at a very fast pace. Aside from my shape, I'm noticing that my stamina has increased dramatically. We live in a 3-story townhouse, and pre-surgery I detested the stairs. Honestly - if I was on the 2nd story and realized that I had left something on the 3rd floor, it was more often than not likely to remain on the 3rd floor until I had to go up there. Moving around at 414lbs was not fun by any means, as you can probably imagine.
Yesterday I surprised my Hubby. See, Hubby does all of the laundry in our house - he calls it a fair trade to not have to do the bathrooms hahaha! Yesterday on the way out the door, he brought our laundry down the 2 flights of stairs so that he could get at it when he got home in the evening. Well, I woke up so full of energy that I looked for something to do that did not involve our comfy recliner. I did a little light housework and then hopped down the stairs and started in on the laundry. Hubby returned home to not only 5 loads of laundry done, but a wonderful meal of steak and veggies for his supper. I even made a lemon sponge cake for dessert which he didn't touch (he is really working at trying to decipher when he is "full", and he is doing great! My supper meal consisted of 50 grams of diced chicken with a little (1tsp) spinach dip on the side. I could not eat all of it so I gladly stored the leftovers. At the end of the meal, we each had enough left for another meal. By the way - one of the after-effects of a VSG means a fridge full of left-overs and partial meals. I'm saving a fortune here people!!
Anyhow - I wanted to talk about weight. Even though I've just had surgery to lose weight, I have to say that the biggest motivator is not the scales - it is how GOOD I feel. I can go up the stairs now without even thinking about it. One day last week I walked through two malls with my Mom in the same day. The last time I can remember doing that was in Junior High School (25 years ago...). I didn't even realize that I had done that until we got home.
There is danger with placing the emphasis on weight loss solely on the weight that is lost. There - I've said it again because it bears repeating.
See, if I measure my success only by the numbers on the scale, I would not get the full picture of my journey. Yes, I've lost 30 pounds. BUT, I've gained the ability to move much better. To climb stairs without hesitating or bemoaning their existence. To walk more than I had in 2.5 decades. To fit into smaller clothing. To feel vibrant, full of energy, and capable of just about anything.
I have met more than a few people on this journey who are addicted to the scales. Some of my "sleeve sisters" weigh every day. Some even weigh multiple times a day. And for what? To watch the weight fall off in decimals? To beat themselves up when there is a stall? To give themselves a reason to wonder what they are doing wrong?? This frustrates me to no end, because I'm just as guilty. During my time at WW, I learned to detest the weekly weigh-in. There was just so much pressure that I put on myself every week. Would I lose "enough"? Would I be good "enough"? I have decided to only weigh at clinical appointments so that I can avoid the same torture on a routine basis.
I have often wished that I could be weightless. Seeing as I'm not an astronaut, the only place that I can achieve weightlessness is in the pool which I LOVE. There is no way to ignore my weight on this journey, but I am going to actively refuse to beat myself up or try to measure my progress against anyone else.
Fact is - I feel better, I move better, I look better, and I'm living better.
Sarah McLachlan pretty much sums up how I feel in her song Angel:
"There's always some reason
To feel not good enough,
And it's hard, at the end of the day.
I need some distraction,
Oh, beautiful release.
Memories seep from my veins.
Let me be empty,
Oh, and weightless,
And maybe I'll find some peace tonight."
You can listen to it by playing the video below:
Monday, 7 January 2013
4 Week Update!
Ok, so it is officially 4 weeks out from surgery. Tra la la :) ... I'm skipping and twirling and dancing even as I type this LOL.
A lot of people have been asking me how I've been feeling. Well, the best way to put it is that I feel totally new. Reborn. Unearthed. 130%. Top notch. Like a quadrillion dollars. Food has lost it's glimmer. No longer beckoning to me in my mind. It has completely lost its power, and I am free from the constant thoughts of it. I am no longer hungry - at all. While I've heard that hunger might return, I also know that it can be silenced with a drink of water!
See, food used to taunt me. It was a constant presence in my mind, even if I wasn't fully aware of it. I'd think of groceries that we needed, and go get them. Now, first of all, it has to be said that for me personally a trip to the grocery store was like sending an alcoholic on a pub-crawl. Except for the rare occasions where I would be pressed for time and would dash in and out of the store - most of the time I would walk up and down the aisles pushing a cart with a glazed look in my eyes (and yes, sometimes maybe even a little drool...). Even better, when I'd come home from the shop and put it away, I'd find things in my own cupboards that would have the same effect. As someone who loves food and seriously loves to cook - setting me loose at the supermarket was like sending a kid to Disney. Even better, once all of the food was bought, put away, and the evening meal planned - I would already be thinking about the next thing I would eat and/or make. It has been this way for me since the dawn of time.
Now - food is just food. It is like the kibble that we give our precious dog. The freedom of hunger is one thing. The freedom of fantasizing about food is another. This is very much a battle here. See, I can only eat so much. I'm on "mushies" now, which is things like mashed carrots, peanut butter, and ground turkey (not together mind you YUCK!). Say for example I am sitting down to eat supper. I take the food and mash it, then it takes a l-o-n-g time to consume the small amount that I can eat. Aside from the physical battle of figuring out what my stomache will tolerate and dealing with the wrath when things don't go down well... I have a mental battle of honestly trying to REMEMBER to eat and even to drink. It's like I've done a 180 and I'm in a new and foreign land (which I never hope to leave!!).
I learned a great lesson this week. I went to a movie, which previously would have been an expedition of eating to excess. We're talking popcorn, a hotdog, a bar, and yes - sometimes even a pretzel. (Not to mention the ginormous soda!). This all would have been bad enough but I'm the kind of person who drenches the popcorn with a sea of butter from the machine - I would honestly stand there with my thumb on the button so long that I'd have to shift from one foot to the other. I can't even imagine now how I could ever eat that amount or even that food! Anyhow, so I'm at the theatre in the lineup. The smells hit me first - the fresh popcorn (which is a definite no-no for someone recently sleeved as I've heard it can wreck the staple line!), the butter... you know how this goes.
I look at my options. Really, all that I could have would have been bottled water, juice, or frozen yogurt. Well, let me tell you - I've been freezing cold since surgery, and the thoughts of having anything frozen was less than appealing. So I went with nachos (no salsa of course!).
I had one bite of one nacho, and after 30 chews, I swallowed.
UUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH
My sleeve did NOT want nachos. So I did what anyone would do. I threw them out!! And I went back and ordered frozen yogurt even though I could only have 1/4 Cup before I was stuffed like a turkey.
What did I learn?? That it is 100% OK to go to a movie and NOT EAT. Man, I'm going to save a bloody fortune hahaha!
Now - the update. I have to admit, I was really hesitant to get weighed today. I actually came up with a plan yesterday that I would not weigh for one year. Yup, that was my plan. That way, I'd have to have at least something gone in a year, right??
Well, after talking to a bunch of my sleeve sisters, I realized that my thinking was yet again screwed up. Thankfully they gave me a collective boot in the "arse" and set me straight. Fact is, I NEED to weigh - just so that I can catch bad habits down the road and turn things around if I'm getting slack.
Anyhow - the update from the Dr. today was great. 30 pounds down in the 4 weeks since surgery. When I did Weight Watchers a few years ago it took me 8 months to lose 40 pounds, so this puts my progress in perspective. My initial feeling was wondering what my other friends had lost at 4 weeks out, but let's face it, we are all individuals - and I shouldn't compare myself to others. I'm ME! And I'm totally delighted to be 30 lbs less than I was 28 days ago. YAY! Makes me wonder what I'll be when I weigh again at my follow-up appointment in 4 weeks.
No worries - of course I'll keep you posted ;)
A lot of people have been asking me how I've been feeling. Well, the best way to put it is that I feel totally new. Reborn. Unearthed. 130%. Top notch. Like a quadrillion dollars. Food has lost it's glimmer. No longer beckoning to me in my mind. It has completely lost its power, and I am free from the constant thoughts of it. I am no longer hungry - at all. While I've heard that hunger might return, I also know that it can be silenced with a drink of water!
See, food used to taunt me. It was a constant presence in my mind, even if I wasn't fully aware of it. I'd think of groceries that we needed, and go get them. Now, first of all, it has to be said that for me personally a trip to the grocery store was like sending an alcoholic on a pub-crawl. Except for the rare occasions where I would be pressed for time and would dash in and out of the store - most of the time I would walk up and down the aisles pushing a cart with a glazed look in my eyes (and yes, sometimes maybe even a little drool...). Even better, when I'd come home from the shop and put it away, I'd find things in my own cupboards that would have the same effect. As someone who loves food and seriously loves to cook - setting me loose at the supermarket was like sending a kid to Disney. Even better, once all of the food was bought, put away, and the evening meal planned - I would already be thinking about the next thing I would eat and/or make. It has been this way for me since the dawn of time.
Now - food is just food. It is like the kibble that we give our precious dog. The freedom of hunger is one thing. The freedom of fantasizing about food is another. This is very much a battle here. See, I can only eat so much. I'm on "mushies" now, which is things like mashed carrots, peanut butter, and ground turkey (not together mind you YUCK!). Say for example I am sitting down to eat supper. I take the food and mash it, then it takes a l-o-n-g time to consume the small amount that I can eat. Aside from the physical battle of figuring out what my stomache will tolerate and dealing with the wrath when things don't go down well... I have a mental battle of honestly trying to REMEMBER to eat and even to drink. It's like I've done a 180 and I'm in a new and foreign land (which I never hope to leave!!).
I learned a great lesson this week. I went to a movie, which previously would have been an expedition of eating to excess. We're talking popcorn, a hotdog, a bar, and yes - sometimes even a pretzel. (Not to mention the ginormous soda!). This all would have been bad enough but I'm the kind of person who drenches the popcorn with a sea of butter from the machine - I would honestly stand there with my thumb on the button so long that I'd have to shift from one foot to the other. I can't even imagine now how I could ever eat that amount or even that food! Anyhow, so I'm at the theatre in the lineup. The smells hit me first - the fresh popcorn (which is a definite no-no for someone recently sleeved as I've heard it can wreck the staple line!), the butter... you know how this goes.
I look at my options. Really, all that I could have would have been bottled water, juice, or frozen yogurt. Well, let me tell you - I've been freezing cold since surgery, and the thoughts of having anything frozen was less than appealing. So I went with nachos (no salsa of course!).
I had one bite of one nacho, and after 30 chews, I swallowed.
UUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH
My sleeve did NOT want nachos. So I did what anyone would do. I threw them out!! And I went back and ordered frozen yogurt even though I could only have 1/4 Cup before I was stuffed like a turkey.
What did I learn?? That it is 100% OK to go to a movie and NOT EAT. Man, I'm going to save a bloody fortune hahaha!
Now - the update. I have to admit, I was really hesitant to get weighed today. I actually came up with a plan yesterday that I would not weigh for one year. Yup, that was my plan. That way, I'd have to have at least something gone in a year, right??
Well, after talking to a bunch of my sleeve sisters, I realized that my thinking was yet again screwed up. Thankfully they gave me a collective boot in the "arse" and set me straight. Fact is, I NEED to weigh - just so that I can catch bad habits down the road and turn things around if I'm getting slack.
Anyhow - the update from the Dr. today was great. 30 pounds down in the 4 weeks since surgery. When I did Weight Watchers a few years ago it took me 8 months to lose 40 pounds, so this puts my progress in perspective. My initial feeling was wondering what my other friends had lost at 4 weeks out, but let's face it, we are all individuals - and I shouldn't compare myself to others. I'm ME! And I'm totally delighted to be 30 lbs less than I was 28 days ago. YAY! Makes me wonder what I'll be when I weigh again at my follow-up appointment in 4 weeks.
No worries - of course I'll keep you posted ;)
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