Day 10 Post Op...Eating Out for the First Time...

Aug 06, 2011

Today, for the first time since my surgery, my mom left to go back up north.  She deemed me "healed" and a "bad patient" due to my insistance that we constantly be "doing things" but in secret I know she loved it once she got over the shock of how quickly I was bouncing back.  To be honest, I was surprised she stayed this long.  But as soon as she left I did something I never do...I cried.  Maybe it was the fear of being "alone", or the sadness over losing my daily partner in crime or just the hormones...but I was so sad.  I don't think that ever, in my entire life, I have cried when my mom left.  I know I'll be alright "on my own" but her experience and expertise have really helped me through this last week.  At times I was a little snotty and snappy to her, but I really will miss her.  :(

After she left, I did my crying and my husband came in and snuggled with me.  He's not the most understanding or pampering man out there so it felt good.  After a short nap, I got up and sat on the couch and did some OH message board stuff.  Not too long after, the hubby came in and said "get up, we are going for a walk!"  I eyed him warily, as never before in the history of our marriage has he wanted to go for a walk, muchless tried to get me to go.  Even though I was feeling down in the dumps, I couldn't really turn him down so off we went!  We walked about 2 miles and I ended up ggetting a nasty blister on the back of my left foot because of my shoes/short socks.  Darnit.  But the walk was refreshing and the dogs loved it.  The shower afterrwards was almost as enjoyable as the walk!  

Afterwards, we ran to Target for a few essentials.  My husband just HAD to put tortilla chips, a Twix and a Totino's pizza in the cart.  He did promise that those would be his last tortilla chips, though.  We'll see if that lasts but I sure hope so.  He had the lap band in June and has been able to eat just about everything and anything.  This also means he isn't losing anything either.  He thinks it will all come with time and his band fills but I don't think the doc would object to him eating healthier.  Hopefully my good habits will rub off on him. 

He wanted to grab a bit to eat after Target and I was amenable to anything that had soup, which I figured would go down well.  We settled on Perkins where he proceeded to order my all time favorite meal (the chicken tendermelt and fries).  I was stuck with a cup of soup.  It was tough...I drooled over his meal.  He giggled at mine.  Then he got sick a third of the way through (the bread didn't agree with his band) which made me feel a little better.  Hehe...karma!  I ate my soup.  He put his food in a box.  I ate three french fries.  They went down well.  I sighed.  I think this is one of my signs.  Sighing.  I heard somewhere that when you are eating and sigh it means you are full.  Well, I sighed so maybe it's so?  

The temptations are everywhere.  They are staring me in the face, tripping me as I walk, bouncing off me as lay down and even crawling up my nostrils as I close my eyes.  They won't ever go away, I know.  Somehow I need to get into the "zone" of healthiness where I am strong and don't want or need them.  I have been there before (doing weight watchers) and know I have it in me.  I just need to get there again!  

On a different note- Today is the first day I have not lost any weight.  My weight this morning was the same as yesterday.  I suspect it might have somethin to do with the fact that I haven't had a bowel movement (yuck) since the night before the surgery.  I've been sucking on sugar free candies like they are going out of style and still haven't felt anything move.  I hope all the plumbing is still hooked up all right down there!  If no poop tomorrow I'm going to down some miralax and let that flush me out.  It's time.  Hopefully that will help shake this one day plateau!  

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