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One week with SUPER SLEEVEY; Life as a Recovering Addict
Sep 20, 2010
Welcome to my Journey through Food Addiction, Obesity, and Weight Loss with SUPER SLEEVEYMonday September 20, 2010,
9 lbs lost in the ONE WEEK since surgery (36 lbs lost before surgery)
I weight 217.4 and I'm 5.4
Exactly one week ago, I was vomiting and dry heaving in a hospital bed, a few hours after my big champion eater, carb loving, obese stomach was made into a svelte sleeve. (VSG surgery)
I was SOOO SICK from the surgery medications, the pain medications, the poor little stitched up stomach...I don't know. Dr. had me on anti-nausea drugs, which did not help in the least.
Every time I would VIOLENTLY dry heave my insides out, my fresh stitches would hurt SOOOO BAD. I was like, WHAT DID I DO TO MYSELF? and then, like a lunatic, I would obessesively wonder, "HOW MUCH WEIGHT AM I LOSING RIGHT THIS MINUTE?"
Is the magic happening? If so, the pain is worth it. In reality, I know this won't be magic. It will be me fighting every ounce off. With the help of SUPER SLEEVEY!
I was released from the hospital the afternoon after surgery (highly motivated to get off pain meds and get home to the comfort of my own bed)
I spent the next 3 days nauseated and hazy and feeling weird but I got my popsicles down to make sure I had 64 ounces of liquid every day. Difficult but not impossible. I also took 5 walks every day. Sometimes just around the living room, sometimes around the block, and sometimes 15 minutes in one direction, slowly, and then 15 minutes back. The gas pain is no joke, and walking DOES help so much.
I was sleeved on a Monday. Tues, Weds, Thurs all sucked. (pain, nausea, struggle to get fluids down etc) Friday starting feeling better. By Saturday, I was feeling well enough to go to a concert in the park with friends. On Sunday, I walked (slowly) 3 miles on the treadmill. And then Monday, one week later, (today) I went back to work.
I am tired of eating broth and jello and yogurt and protein shakes and pudding. I want some fricking fritos. I have been fantasizing about eating fritos and refried beans. But that fantasy, my friends, is the reason I am obese. So I am replacing the frito fantasy with a fantasy of me looking DAMN FINE in a pair of CUTE jeans. Screw the frito fantasy. I'm going to fantasize about good health and looking GOOOOOD.
This food addiction thing is tricky; it's a liar. I'm afraid of it. I'm afraid that I'm only a week out and I'm already wanting to go off res and eat a bag of lays chips. (My addiction whispers wrteched lies that i almost fall for, such as, "maybe you can chew potato chips INTO a PUDDING and then you will still be following the pudding/yogurt guidelines..' Um, I don't think so, no. I respond doubtfully, to the FoodAddictMonster... yet with hope in my voice. "it's an option, only an OPTION" my food addict hisses at me. "Well, its also an option to stay obese!" I retort. And FoodAddictMonsters skulks away, for now.
AND OH! Did I mention I'm hungry ALL THE TIME? Maybe (i'm hoping) it's because i can only eat foods like pudding and yogurt, and they don't stay in the sleeve properly. I'm white knuckling it right now. Like, I'm hungry so I drink water.... And imagine my obesity melting away like a giant snowball.
I want to lose as much weight as possible in the next 6 months, because I have heard that is the best (most effective) way to lose the obesity weight. I intend to lose quickly by working out every day, counting carbs, eating lean dense protein, and actually, count every calorie. My new addiction needs to be planning my calories and my exercise.
I listen to a meditation tape at night to keep me focused on my weight loss goals.
I wasn't a fat child or young adult. I played sports aggressively on competitive girl teams well into my mid20's. Then I got a job that I let suck me into the vortex of 12 hour days at a desk, no more playing sports, and wonka wonka through the drive thru on the way to work at 5am and back thru the drive thru on my way home at midnight. "Gimme a few orders of this and that please. I've had NOTHING all day, so I'm entitled to eat my own weight in fried food before bed."
I became fatter and fatter in my late 20's and now, all through my 30's, I have been obese. Done every diet. Lost weight. Regained more. Husband is a saint. I'm ready for a solution. Ready to face my food addiction. Ready to be authentic and real and admit what i look like in the mirror. (OH YEAH, i'm one of those who always thinks I look normal, maybe a little chubby, but still cute.) NOT, my friends, the case at all.
Plain and simple, I am obese and addicted to food.
In June 2010, I weighed 262 and I'm 5'4 inches tall. That is when I saw pictures from some family event and thought, GOD I LOOK LIKE JABBA THE FREAKING HUT. I need help. I'm addicted to food. Especially carbs and fat. Especially everything that calls my name.
Especially if I'm happy or feel I need a reward. Especially to celebrate a happy event, any happy event.
Well, no more celebrating my raising my BMI and risks of heart disease, diabetes, cancer and death.
One week with Super Sleevey under my belt. I plan to blog for support and to keep myself accountable, and to keep myself motivated to lose weight fast by eating right and exercising daily, without excuse. I welcome your stories, advice, comments, ideas, fears, victories.
peace out.
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About Me
San Francisco, CA
Location
30.4
BMI
Surgery
09/13/2010
Surgery Date
Jul 20, 2010
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