My weight loss has reached the place where folks are noticing something drastic has happened. I was told that men would notice first and to be honest with the exception of my father, uncle and a man who I’ve known for years that has not been my experience. Women have been noticing like no one’s business. And I am lucky to be surrounded by people who are supportive and caring. What has been the biggest adjustment with my shrinking form has been how many compliments I receive. I’m not really used to it. It’s nice to have people notice and acknowledge my weight loss. The surgery is doing its share of the work, but I am putting in real effort to make sure I never go back to the old me. I never want to be that girl again. I was miserable. Not because of my looks, but because everything hurt and I just felt unhealthy. For the first time in years I feel like I am healthy. I feel like I can participate in life. That in itself is worth the stress and strain of the actual surgery. I am truly in love with how good I feel.
I know that’s a strong title isn’t it. But, let’s be honest for a second folks only the dark lord or one of his minions would come up with something as disgusting as protein shakes. They are chalky, they have that disgusting smell no matter what you mix it with, and they have an aftertaste that just lingers in the back of your throat for hours. Now, maybe if I wasn’t such an adventurous eater with a pretty refined palate it wouldn’t bother me as much, but this part of my weight loss journey is worse than feeling hungry all the time but only eating 1400 calories.
I’m NEVER hungry anymore. I eat on a schedule. Mon-Fri I eat “breakfast” by 8am when I get in the office from the gym, lunch at 1 and dinner by 6. Sat-Sun I eat an hour after I wake up and then I fit in 2 more meals as the day progresses. But eating is not fun right now. Everything is a protein load. No variety. No variation. Just chicken, turkey, cheese and the dreaded protein shake. My meals are so bland I thought I’d have a *ahem*… I was way to excited for my first bite of fat free Babybel cheese yesterday. The ladies in the lunch room looked at me like I had lost my mind, but it was different and my palate was like “YEA!!!!!!”
So yes, I am not, nor will I ever be, a fan of “diet food” It sucks and one thing this process has taught me is that I can eat healthy without resorting to this food of the devil. I know I am locked into and stuck with this crap for a while longer, but I cannot wait until I can get back in the kitchen and try new healthy recipes with real food. When I am finally advanced to the place where my diet is normalized my calorie intake should be at 1100 calories a day (currently at 400-500). I believe those calories should count!
No one has ever accused me of being Suzy Sunshine. I have recently been informed that my resting bitch face is intimidating and its not until I open my mouth that you are pleasantly surprised by the fact that I am actually a nice person. However, the last 5 days has showed me that I do have a certain optimism about me. I very seldom see the life as beating me down — I don’t keep pity parties going indefinitely. I cry, I pout and then I move on. Even when I am going through something major I try to see the good. I have experienced so much “major shit” in my life that when little things happen I just roll with it. I recognize that God has carried me through some of the worst moments in my life and to allow self pity, doubt or fear to grab hold over minor things disrespects all the great things that happen to me every day.
So, what does that have to do with my weight loss, exercise plan, diet, or surgery? Nothing. I just thought that today I’d be grateful. I’m alive. I am healthy (even if I’m still chunky). I have a beautiful daughter, wonderful parents and cool (and sometimes bat shit crazy) family. Truly crazy but fun and supportive friends. A good job. And most importantly LOVE. I am loved by some of the best folks in the world. When you look at all that you realize minor setbacks in life are not worth the time and effort of wallowing and complaining. Life happens. Its how we deal with it that defines who we are and what kind of life we will have. I prefer to be happy! Have a great day!
PS… I’m down 55 pounds (you knew I’d sneak it in!)
Ok, first let me say that my emotional pity party roller coaster is now over. Yes, those first 2 weeks post surgery were treacherous, but now that I am on the other side and back to work I recognize my hormones were out of whack and the fear of losing my hair was probably a little dramatic. Thank you for putting up with my crazy.
Now onward and downward… So, my boobs left this week. There was a mass exodus of about 2 cup sizes. It was like I went to bed a size H and woke up an F. Now to those ladies who struggle to fill a B cup I understand that you don’t feel my pain. I accept that, but I have always been buxom and this was a comedy of errors. Now mind you I knew it was coming, but I thought I had more time. The girls just lost a goodly portion of their heft and that meant that all those bras I bought in January were obsolete. Its like someone stole all of my “side boob” and there is nothing worse than having to leave the house when the twins are not correctly situated. Nothing makes you look homeless faster than a bad bra and pants that don’t fit.
I went to Lane Bryant’s to get fitted for new slings for my downsized twins and well let’s just say I now understand why so many women wear poorly fitted bras. Ladies no matter what the woman with the tape measure says — when you look in the mirror if the girls are not sitting in the middle of you chest (think 1/2 way between your elbow and shoulder) then the bra does not fit. If you are spilling from the top, bottom or sides of the bra then your cup size is too little. The dreaded 4 boob is of the devil and should be destroyed!
So now I have 1 new bra that fits correctly… All is right with the world again. Now if I can only figure out a way to combat the saggy booty of too big pants… This happened really fast folks.
I gave up a lot this year. I walked into 2014 willing to sacrifice pretty much whatever was asked of me in hopes of regaining my health. I surrendered my love of good food. I gave up sugar, soda, and any kind of processed food. I even gave up taking any time for myself in the midst of a very stressful job. No vacation this year — at all. I have given countless doctors thousands of dollars in co-pays, premiums, “special supplement costs”, and every single sick AND vacation minute I’ve accrued.
Walking into the hospital on the 22nd I was optimistic that this was the right thing. I walked out the evening of the 23rd tired, sore, but ready to start this new chapter. On the 24th I developed a horrible complication which landed me back in the hospital for a 2nd major surgery in as many days and a considerably longer stay because my kidneys decided that was too much stress and they needed a couple mental health days. I was finally cleared to come home AGAIN the afternoon of the 27th. Terrified, swollen, bloated, sore, exhausted, and really only wanting to sleep I went home, but have yet to be able to lay in a bed. Me and the recliner are best friends.
You’d think ‘ok well we are a week in now and she should be getting back to normal.’ And, to that I’d tell you, my right side is wonderful. Very little pain. Good range of motion. My left side is a little more “drama queen-ish” and she has decided to hang on to her trauma. So, because of her stubbornness pre-surgery I weighed in at 263 — post surgery I am a hearty 274 and I haven’t had anything more substantial than 4 oz. of a very disgusting protein shake once since the 20th. I don’t think sugar-free jello and water count.
I walk daily, but I can’t eat. I mean that literally. The protein supplement you spend a crapload of money on is only tolerable when you can chug it, but when forced to sip, it makes me heave. And in case you’re wondering that is a HORRIBLE thing to do because you may rupture something. So I have subsisted on runny mashed potatoes because it’s the only thing that doesn’t make me puke. Unfortunately, that has little to no protein in it so I may start losing hair. WOW! WONDERFUL! This surgery just keeps on giving doesn’t it!
I’m stuck with my decision. I am not one to wallow in regrets. However, I will say this. If I knew even 2 weeks ago what I know now I would just said to hell with it and skipped this all together. On my list of piss poor choices — Bariatric surgery has shot to number 1.
Please forgive any grammatical errors in this post. It’s 3:24, I’m in bed, on an iPad (instead of at a PC) and I just shouldn’t be held responsible for misusing “to” when I meant “too”.
So, a few things. I talked to a guy yesterday who agreed to be my personal trainer. He was so sweet and kind. Believe it or not I never lacked confidence in myself as a person. It must be the Sagittarius in me, because I always felt secure in who I am despite my weight, but being able to admit that I cannot get myself in shape alone. *Whew* that was hard for me. He made it easy to ask for help and I appreciate him for that!
I went to church Sunday. That’s freaking HUGE! MASSIVE! I have my reasons for not going, but I got an IM from a childhood friend basically asking me when I was coming. We had a brief convo where I told him I don’t do congregations. And to be honest I didn’t plan on going. However, Sunday I got up, got dressed, and went. And I’m glad I did. Sometimes in the midst of stressful times God speaks to us in unlikely places. And for me church is about as unlikely as a monk in a strip club.
My job may be easing up soon. I swear for the last 6 weeks I have felt completely overwhelmed. 10 hour work days. Trying to juggle 4 separate programs. Phone calls. E-mails. Home Visits. Excel files. Lists. Letters. Nursing Homes. All of this and keeping a smile on my face has been a challenge. One I suspect I have been failing. (Read I’ve been a bitch). To all my friends who have overlooked it, forced me to laugh about it, or just forced a hug on me in spite of myself… Damn I love y’all!
I’m exhausted, which means I’m in bed by 9 and awake between 3 and 5… I gave up caffeine and sugar and that means I’m cranky, but on the plus side I am down 35lbs by myself. That is important to me. Because even though I am having this surgery Tuesday, this proves to me I am ready, committed, and capable of changing this aspect of my life. It’s getting close and I’m a little scared and a lot nervous. And in truth I’m looking forward to the anesthesia… I may get some real sleep.
When a person decides to take on Surgical Weight Loss it is not something that you wake up on Monday and say “hey, let’s spend the next six months hanging out in doctor’s offices.” It’s never that arbitrary, (or at least it shouldn’t be). This is a ‘I’ve done all I can do on my own and unless Jillian Michaels or Bob what’s-his-name are going to move in my house along with Oprah’s chef – I need help’ kind of deal.
So, when you put it out in the universe that you are going to do this, people have all kinds of reactions to you. Some say “way to go!” Others say nothing as not appear rude or disapproving. Still different people will offer you advice on how to do it without such a drastic change. And my favorite are those who find out I had to lose significant weight prior to surgery (30 pounds to date! Yay Me!) who say “well why don’t you just keep doing that” (because I actually NEED to lose more weight than my current diet will achieve). Anyway, I’m good with pretty much all the reactions. While I cherish my privacy, when you drop half a person in less than a year people will notice and ask. However, I was not completely prepared for what I heard yesterday.
Overweight women tend to have a harder row to hoe in the dating arena. Not because we are any less funny, charming, kind, or cool. It is because our bodies tend not to be society’s ideal. I get that. That is not a news flash. What angered me was being told how cool and funny I was; only to then have tacked on that when I lose my weight men will flock to me because I’ll then be cool as hell AND physically appealing. WHAT! I consider myself pretty darn cute right now. Overall health aside — I have never seen me as unattractive.
Talk about a backhand compliment. Men can be fat and still be dateable, but not women and that just sucks. I get preferences. I prefer men who are taller than my 5’3”, with jobs, reliable transportation, and good hygiene. I figure personalities will sort themselves out after the first date. I guess my biggest offense comes from this dude basically telling me who I am as a person is not enough. That’s a little hurtful. I may be a handful, but rest assured right now, before I lose even one more ounce, I am pretty damn good as-is