The plunge has been taken
So I did it.
Two weeks ago, I finally had the gastric by-pass surgery that I've been thinking about and postponing for the past two years.
It sucked. It sucked rhino dick. I was, of course, unconscious for the surgery itself but the recovery was a bitch. I've been shot once, stabbed a couple of times, hit by a car and have malaria. This was worse. Way worse. Part of it is because my body over-metabolizes opiate pain relievers so I got, virtually, no pain relief but my fellows fatties, who had the fully benefit of their morphine pumps, were suffering too. Getting your guts scrambled just hurts. Seriously, I was hallucinating and I've never done that before. The first few days were hell but they were worth it.
On the upside, except for an occasional twinge, I'm fine now. I've lost about thirty pounds and what they say is really, truly, true. My whole relationship to food changed, literally, overnight. I've had no problems following the post-op diet and now, at the stage of slowly incorporating 'normal' foods into my repertoire, the small portions are fine. Sure, I THINK about pizza and Chinese, etc. but I know that I'll be able to eat stuff like that again soon and I think I'll be as satisfied with small amounts of them as I am with the stuff I'm eating now.
One of the things I can have now is (non-raw) sushi. I has sushi for lunch yesterday and my bill was $19. And I took half of that home for supper. Those of you who have consumed sushi with me know how astonishing that is.
So, at least or now, I'm happy with it. I'm amazed at how much time I used to spend thinking about and planning for and planning around food. I'm trying to figure out ways to use that for good things, like updating LJ once in awhile.
Two weeks ago, I finally had the gastric by-pass surgery that I've been thinking about and postponing for the past two years.
It sucked. It sucked rhino dick. I was, of course, unconscious for the surgery itself but the recovery was a bitch. I've been shot once, stabbed a couple of times, hit by a car and have malaria. This was worse. Way worse. Part of it is because my body over-metabolizes opiate pain relievers so I got, virtually, no pain relief but my fellows fatties, who had the fully benefit of their morphine pumps, were suffering too. Getting your guts scrambled just hurts. Seriously, I was hallucinating and I've never done that before. The first few days were hell but they were worth it.
On the upside, except for an occasional twinge, I'm fine now. I've lost about thirty pounds and what they say is really, truly, true. My whole relationship to food changed, literally, overnight. I've had no problems following the post-op diet and now, at the stage of slowly incorporating 'normal' foods into my repertoire, the small portions are fine. Sure, I THINK about pizza and Chinese, etc. but I know that I'll be able to eat stuff like that again soon and I think I'll be as satisfied with small amounts of them as I am with the stuff I'm eating now.
One of the things I can have now is (non-raw) sushi. I has sushi for lunch yesterday and my bill was $19. And I took half of that home for supper. Those of you who have consumed sushi with me know how astonishing that is.
So, at least or now, I'm happy with it. I'm amazed at how much time I used to spend thinking about and planning for and planning around food. I'm trying to figure out ways to use that for good things, like updating LJ once in awhile.