Two months post-op
We're chugging right along.
Physical changes: As of today, I'm down 40 pounds which was my record with Jenny Craig and way more than I ever lost on Weight Watchers. My thighs and belly look like a Sharpei. My neck probably would, too, but I've been slathering Murad Resurgence Rejuventating Lift on my neck and decolletage every other day (it's too drying for everyday use) and I think it's been helping. I still hate my neck profile, though.
Mental changes: This is a toughie. I'm wrapping my head about my relationship with food. In my head I want to EAT ALL THE THINGS but I physically can't which is one of the reasons I chose WLS rather than yet another commercially available deprivation system. I'm forced into portion control, learning when I'm actually hungry and not, and making better nutrition choices. I've also self-diagnosed myself with body dysmorphia, else how would I have let myself get so huge without noticing. Now that I'm losing weight, I can only barely see it in the mirror and photographs. Hubbyfink took the photo below a couple weeks ago and I love it.
Clothes: I've had to purchase new capris because most of last summer's clothes don't fit, quelle surprise. I did save a couple pair from my Jenny Craig days, thank heavens, so I didn't have to go nuts on new clothes just yet. I'm also swimming in my bras and have snagged a few cheapies from Target to tide me over. The donation pile for Goodwill is turning into a mountain.
Food: I can tolerate chicken (fried strips, pad thai, salad), BBQ pork, bread, fish, shrimp... You know, all the tricky foods. I CANNOT tolerate humus, chicken quesadilla, pork "products" like sausage, biscuits, some crackers, muffins... you know, a lot of not-so-good-for-me-anyway foods. I've had a rough few nights this week where I couldn't keep anything down, and I commented to Hubbyfink last night: "You know, I could have simply become a bulimic without all the pain and expense of surgery."
Energy level: Meh. Not enough protein, I guess. My surgeon doesn't buy into the YOU MUST EAT ALL THE PROTEIN, but it is supposed to be my primary food source, followed by veggies then fruit then starches. I can add protein shakes -- I LOVE the Atkins Advantage ones -- when I increase my activity level, but I have a hard time chugging one when I'm actually out in the field. The Tour de Cure is on Sunday and I'm veeeeery nervous about being able to ride more than five miles. (The route I'm taking this year is only 14 miles.)
Two months out and would I do it again? Last night, after puking for the fourth time in 20 minutes, I'd have said 'no'. Today, when I'm feeling better, I'm a definite maybe. My occasional word choice of "mutilation" when I talk about the surgery should be telling. Anyone who says that WLS is the "easy way out" is misinformed.
Physical changes: As of today, I'm down 40 pounds which was my record with Jenny Craig and way more than I ever lost on Weight Watchers. My thighs and belly look like a Sharpei. My neck probably would, too, but I've been slathering Murad Resurgence Rejuventating Lift on my neck and decolletage every other day (it's too drying for everyday use) and I think it's been helping. I still hate my neck profile, though.
Mental changes: This is a toughie. I'm wrapping my head about my relationship with food. In my head I want to EAT ALL THE THINGS but I physically can't which is one of the reasons I chose WLS rather than yet another commercially available deprivation system. I'm forced into portion control, learning when I'm actually hungry and not, and making better nutrition choices. I've also self-diagnosed myself with body dysmorphia, else how would I have let myself get so huge without noticing. Now that I'm losing weight, I can only barely see it in the mirror and photographs. Hubbyfink took the photo below a couple weeks ago and I love it.
Clothes: I've had to purchase new capris because most of last summer's clothes don't fit, quelle surprise. I did save a couple pair from my Jenny Craig days, thank heavens, so I didn't have to go nuts on new clothes just yet. I'm also swimming in my bras and have snagged a few cheapies from Target to tide me over. The donation pile for Goodwill is turning into a mountain.
Food: I can tolerate chicken (fried strips, pad thai, salad), BBQ pork, bread, fish, shrimp... You know, all the tricky foods. I CANNOT tolerate humus, chicken quesadilla, pork "products" like sausage, biscuits, some crackers, muffins... you know, a lot of not-so-good-for-me-anyway foods. I've had a rough few nights this week where I couldn't keep anything down, and I commented to Hubbyfink last night: "You know, I could have simply become a bulimic without all the pain and expense of surgery."
Energy level: Meh. Not enough protein, I guess. My surgeon doesn't buy into the YOU MUST EAT ALL THE PROTEIN, but it is supposed to be my primary food source, followed by veggies then fruit then starches. I can add protein shakes -- I LOVE the Atkins Advantage ones -- when I increase my activity level, but I have a hard time chugging one when I'm actually out in the field. The Tour de Cure is on Sunday and I'm veeeeery nervous about being able to ride more than five miles. (The route I'm taking this year is only 14 miles.)
Two months out and would I do it again? Last night, after puking for the fourth time in 20 minutes, I'd have said 'no'. Today, when I'm feeling better, I'm a definite maybe. My occasional word choice of "mutilation" when I talk about the surgery should be telling. Anyone who says that WLS is the "easy way out" is misinformed.