Well, here I am -- four weeks out from WLS, and doing well (for the most part), but I have been in a bit of a pity party. I hit that plateau that everyone talks about around the third to fourth week out from the surgery. It frustrated me, but as my wonderful Secret Pal told me -- when was the last time I lost 30 pounds in a month? The answer is NEVER! So I have to focus, and keep plugging away. The good news is, I made it through my very first Thanksgiving after the surgery, and it was great! For starters, I never gained a pound, and I cannot tell you the last time that happened over a Holiday. Secondly, I was able to eat somewhat normal, and that made me feel great. I had some turkey, dressing, a tiny bit of gravy and a black olive . It was great. We went to Portland, oregon, where we spent the Holiday with my Dad. My husband and I fixed dinner in the new house, and it was great. Anyway, I came online to update my profile and decorate for Christmas, and it seems my Thanksgiving decorations do not want to go away So I give up (for now). The good news is, I am facing this Holiday season with hope and excitement because I have a renewed sense of life and adventure and that gives me great hope.
I thought I would do a little "decorating" for the upcoming Holiday. Today, Friday, November 9th, is not only my two week post op date, but it is also my 47th birthday! I feel good. Yesterday i went to the doctor for my two week check and he was very pleased. He also cleared me to have some more food (THANK GOODNESS!) I never thought I would be so happy to see 2 ounces of cottage cheese :-)
Well, I was just reading through some of my blogs, and it brings me right back to the place I was at that point in time. I remember the fear and anxiety over surgery and here I am doing well. It has been one week ago today, I made it through my first week just fine. I guess I was afraid of the modifications and how I would do. What I failed to realize is that I would not be hungry and that 2oz. of pudding would fill me up. . .WOW. . .what a gift, what a great tool. I am doing all the doctor asks of me as I want to heal correctly and be on the right path toward success. I am feeling fine, but was a little sad yesterday. See, my birthday is next Friday (the 9th) and I think this will be the first time ever that it isn't celebrated. So I was a little bummed. But then, I got this awesome gift from my secret pal -- timing was perfect and the gifts were even more perfect! It allowed me to see that I am, for the first time in my life (perhaps) celebrating life. By taking the necessary steps to get on the path toward health is one of the best gifts I could have ever given myself. Also, celebrations do not need to revolve around food and eating (that's the OLD mind set). I need to realize that taking time for ME, and doing something a little special is more important. So, it's been one week today and I am still doing great.
Actually, I came home on Sunday afternoon, after having surgery on Friday morning. Everything went well -- I am just real sore and of course, on pain meds. I had hoped to be feeling stronger, but I am always hardest on myself. I know it takes time.
It was my goal to post something on my blog the same day I returned, but getting home was an ordeal -- nothing extraordinary, just the usual lumps and bumps. SO I have been home recouperating, and writing when I can.
I want to thank everyone who supported me with your thoughts and prayers. Please keep 'em coming.
It i s now 4:33 a.m. and I will be leaving in just a few minutes with my family to head to the hospital. I am scrubbed, tubbed and adequately fed! Oh, no, wait! I'm actually starving (that line, by the way, comes from Mary Poppins). I am afraid, but I am at peace. GOD IS GOOD, and with all the love and support I have been shown from my OH family, I am feeling very positive. I am packed, and all ready to go. I spoke with the Dr.'s office yesterday afternoon and the ol' gallbladder is coming out too! I am thankful, because where there are stones -- there are sure to be complications and I do not want to have another surgery any time soon. I need to be at the hospital by 5:30 a.m., and my surgery is scheduled for 7:30 this morning. Continued prayers, my friends -- and I will be posting just as soon as I can.
P.S. - TODAY is my (new) birthday! Happy Birthday Beth
My story -- it's kind of hard to think about a lifetime packed into a square html box! I really did not have a weight problem as a child. It is in my gene's and on my Mother's side of the family obesity is present. On my Father's side, it is not so I figure I had a 50/50 shot. I began gaining weight after I became pregnant with my first child. I gained a substantial amount of weight, and never lost it. She is now 26 years old and I tease I am still trying to lose the "baby weight." Over the course of ten years I had two more children, for a total of three. Each pregnancy was worse than the prior and I continued to gain.
I don't want to blame it on my pregnancies because life happens -- and I am ultimately the one who did it, right? with that being said, life does happen and there are always ups and downs happiness and tears and I continued on a downward spiral into the black abyss of obesity (that's what it feels like anyway!)
I had the doctor mention weight loss surgery to me and I was appauled. I had a hard time believing that *I* was a candidate. Not that I am above it, but simply I had a hard time accepting the truth of the matter. It took me several years to gather information, decide if it was right for me, etc. It truly is a long process.
Now, I am here, surgery is scheduled and I feel comforted to know it is coming -- yet fearful at the same time.
I can't wait to share the results and this forum is a Godsend.