Well, well, well.
Feb 13, 2009I'm going to go ahead and make my "six month" post now, although it's a little premature. Since August 26, 2008, I've lost 105 pounds, 10 pant sizes, and I honestly do feel light years better. I remember reading blog after blog where people would say they felt SO much better, and I guess I didn't really believe that would be me. It's hard to know how handicapped you are when that's all you've ever known, but... I'm not afraid of walking any more. I don't plan my day around taking the fewest number of stairs. I can hang out with friends without asking what we're doing and then declining because I don't think I could keep up. I've learned how to read and interpret signals from my body (not that I always listen to them, but that's another story) and I've learned how to function with my new lifestyle.
I'm far from perfect. In fact, I'm pretty sure my doctor would throw a tissy fit if he really knew how imperfect I am. I've promised myself I'm going to do better, but I know I'm not going to get to the point where I follow all the instructions to a T (at least not any time soon). I'm not that kind of person, and I'm okay with that. I'm the kind of person who analyzes tasks based on priority, and now is the time to do that with regard to my health.
My bloodwork came back deficient in B-12, D, and Zinc, so if I do nothing else, I'm going to start taking those vitamins and a multi every day. I can manage that, I think. Most of the reason I don't do my vitamins is that there are SO MANY of them. It's intimidating, time consuming, and embarrassing to take 13 pills at a time, especially when I have to do it in public. But my levels of calcium, C, A, the other Bs, and pretty much everything else were dandy. Even protein.
Speaking of protein, I've got to figure out something. Every once in a while I try my protein again to see if I've magically built up a tolerance for it. I've been doing the kind that's a tiny little shot of liquid, and still, no dice. It comes right back up. I eat almost nothing but protein, but according to this stupid nutrition packet I got, that doesn't count. (Which I think is bullcrap, but I guess I'm not a nutritionist...) But I wasn't vegetarian for 2 years for nothing. If there's one thing I know how to do, it's live without protein.
On the other hand, I've started to lose my hair pretty hardcore. Like, it's really bad. I'm getting to the point where I think I'm going to have to cut my hair just to slow it down, but I really, REALLY don't want to do that. So I'm going to do better with Zinc and try to figure out something for protein. Maybe I can start living off Special K protein water? Maybe I can get the protein injections? I don't know.
I've been trying to cook more. It's hard to get the motivation to cook when I only know how to buy and cook in normal proportions, and when you're one person eating a quarter of what most people eat, it's really hard to buy things in any sort of variety. If I make chicken fetuccine, I'm eating it for the next week. But the other day I did FINALLY do some sugar-free baking. I used to love to bake, but I hadn't done it since before surgery. On Wednesday, though, I made a very-low sugar orange poppy seed cake with SF cream cheese frosting. Yeah, it ruled.
Something weird has recently occurred to me. Since I was pretty young when I got the surgery, it would seem I have a lot more of my life to live post-op than some people. I don't know how I feel about that. On the one hand, by the time I'm 40, all this stuff will be second nature. On the other hand, by the time I'm 40, I'm betting they'll have come out with some SUPER WEIGHT LOSS SPRAY or something that will have made this entire thing obsolete. It's a little weird to think about.
Okay, so ends the longest entry ever. Pardon the rambling. :)
Jan 07, 2008