chaly
What Happened To All The Food?
Dec 07, 2013
It's been a while since I have blogged. I didn't realize it had been so long. Well, I decided not only is it time to do so, but to address the common post op food issue. "What happened to all the food?" My relationship with food has changed. I am told it won't be forever. I am told we could become fast, true friends again. For now, though, I am not sure if we have even met. I used to love my food. I could sit down at my favorite Chinese restaurant, which we all know always gives oversize portions, and I would shovel in every last morsel of food on my plate. That's not even taking in to account for the fortune cookie at the end of the meal, and of course those cookies that the family doesn't eat. Well, Ron and I went to our favorite Chinese Restaurant this week. We knew that our tummies would not handle the quantity of food that we used to consume, so we ordered a plate between us. We excluded the rice, and of course, the cookies right off the bat. Lunch came, and although it was a huge plate of food, it was not what we were used to. We set in to eating and by the time we were finished only a third of the plate had been consumed. What happened to all the food we were able to consume just a mere two months ago. Life has changed for the two of us, and it has been for the better.
I have to admit, we started eating before our Dec. 4 allowed date. Ron and I decided that a few days early wasn't too early, and we wanted so badly to eat Thanksgiving with the family. So, how has eating been going? Well, I must say that eating still is my heads best friend. I still have my head telling me that this is truly what I want. After two months of only protein shakes, Jello, sugar free popsicles, and runny cream of wheat the thought of eating was the greatest thing in life. All that said, my best friend is not the same. My head still believes in that relationship, but my tummy and brain have another idea. I have days where I can eat my homemade chili and other days where that same chili causes me distress. There are days when I can eat an egg, and other days where eggs have me running to the bathroom. I find that sometimes I can eat a full 4 oz of food, and other times 2 oz is all I can take in. I feel there are times when my eyebrows pierce together as I truly concentrate to take in all that I am supposed to. I have had a few occasions in the bathroom feeling my tummy will never stop hurting from all the tummy contractions. I am learning that sometimes I have pouch pains that mean to stop eating, and then there are other pains that just mean that my pouch is trying to digest whatever protein I am choosing to eat. Eating has become a learning game all over. Gone are the days of just shoveling food in my mouth spoonful by spoonful. As I have said, my relationship of food has temporarily changed. I sometimes find it a chore to eat. I sometimes feel like I couldn't put one more thing in my mouth, although it has been a while since I last ate. I sometimes wonder when it will get better, but I am thankful for the change in my relationship with food. I realize that had I not had this relationship change, this surgery would never work. This is just another step in my staircase leading me to a new healthier life. I am thankful for the step I am on. I will be grateful as I reach the next step, but I will not forget the steps that I have already climbed.
(O.K. that is my update with food. Here is my hubbies update as I see it. Mind you, this is my interpretation. This is not his words, only mine. I find it very frustrating at his iron stomach. I watched him have a spoonful of stuffing on Thanksgiving. I see him eat eggs, chicken, hamburger, and seem to have no ill effects. I am happy that he is doing so well. I also see him drastically loosing the weight, when I seem to be in a stall. Once again I am so happy for him; however, and that is a big however, if I hear once more that he feels my throwing up is in my head, he is going down! )
