that is what today's diet has existed of. yumm. just kidding of course. today was the first day of my pre-op liquid diet. of course, i am still waiting on insurance approval, so i'm a bit worried i'm doing this for nothing. i think i'll dream about solid food tonight. the nutritionist told me the first 48 hours were the toughest but that it gets easier. i sure hope that's true. every commercial on tv tonight seemed to be a fast food commercial. i get home and my kids are eating mac n cheese. the whole house smelled of delish foods. argh. thanks for the support, hubs. ya couldn't cook them foods i hate?!
so, fellow bandsters, should i expect the liquid diet to get easier? any tips for making it through and making the shakes taste a little better?
not a super long post today- i am extremely tired and heading to bed...
Monday, May 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The first 5 pounds.
the first 5 pounds are officially off! while it doesn't really make a difference in the fit of my jeans, it is certainly reassuring! after meeting with the nutritionist last week and revamping the way i eat, i feel sooo much better physically! do you know that i haven't had an IBS episode since i put into place the changes she rec'd? that's an amazing feeling. to not spend even one minute in near tears on the toilet... it's the first taste of freedom and i want more! i can't wait to see all the ways that being healthier is going to make me *feel*!
yesterday was my psych clearence for the band. i was nervous that he would see my crazy and deny me. but he said he thought i would do great! i was so happy leaving there, i practically skipped to my car! a couple great points he made when we talked
so i am going to work with my therapist to address my emotional eating as well as gaining some tools to deal with the social and cultural issues. can you name a single social event that doesn't involve food?? point is, food is how we do everything. anytime we get together, food is involved. why? we can't possibly be that hungry. if we really only ate to meet our physical needs, we wouldn't need cake, chips and dip, and yummy treats just to get together and chat with friends.
how do other people deal with the social aspect?? i'm really curious about that. i think it's going to be my biggest hurdle.
yesterday was my psych clearence for the band. i was nervous that he would see my crazy and deny me. but he said he thought i would do great! i was so happy leaving there, i practically skipped to my car! a couple great points he made when we talked
- there are 4 kinds of hunger- physical, emotional, social, and cultural. the band only helps with physical.
- chocolate will go through the band. i just have to make sure it doesn't go in my mouth (well, too much)
- the two leading causes of stress- the past and future. neither of which we can control. so if we let go of things outside of our control, we will have significantly less stress
so i am going to work with my therapist to address my emotional eating as well as gaining some tools to deal with the social and cultural issues. can you name a single social event that doesn't involve food?? point is, food is how we do everything. anytime we get together, food is involved. why? we can't possibly be that hungry. if we really only ate to meet our physical needs, we wouldn't need cake, chips and dip, and yummy treats just to get together and chat with friends.
how do other people deal with the social aspect?? i'm really curious about that. i think it's going to be my biggest hurdle.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Ahh, Berries and Nuts.
kinda makes me feel like a woodland creature...
I've been eating all kinds of berries, nuts, fruits, veggies, and extra lean meats. This week was meeting one with the nutritionist, which was all kinds of interesting (no sarcasm here, actually). She was very very nice and we talked for a very long time. I was worried going in that she was going to judge me for being fat. In my head, I had this appointment built up to something terrifying- picture me sitting on one side of a table with a heat lamp pointed at my head while she grilled me about my habits and told me how being fat was my fault. I could practically smell the dust burning on that God forsaken lightbulb. But no! She was so chill and even told me of her own struggles with Diet Soda. She made me feel human, and for the first time ever I am realizing that none of the doctors I'm meeting with see me as less-than.
This is how any/every doctors appointment usually goes:
I remember being young and going to a doctors appointment for my PCOS symptoms (before I was diagnosed) and the doctor looking at me and saying "you are simply fat. that's your problem. and to get skinny all you have to do is stop putting so much IN HERE" (as he pointed to his open mouth). So my assumption is that doctors are always seeing me as weak, inferior, lazy, etc.
This experience so far has been amazing because I haven't once felt judged by a medical professional. I haven't felt judged at the support group meetings. I haven't felt judged by my family. And many of my friends are even supportive.
But I do have to talk about my fears here. I am worried that when the weight comes off, I won't be able to "hang" with the same people. We have made a habit of weekly get to gethers with foods I can no longer eat, wine that I shouldn't drink, and jokes about skinny bitches. I was even told this week that I wouldn't be allowed to hang out with them if I ended up looking like the chick on the front of Shape magazine. I was told I better not become one of those calorie counting crazies. I know they were mostly kidding, but I keep thinking that, ya know, a lot of truth is said in jest. I worry that when I get skinny, I won't be welcome there anymore. And I worry that even if that's not the case, I will feel akward not participating in the feast and either eat things I shouldn't and lots of them, or be really uncomfortable. I don't know if that even makes sense or not. But anyway, there it is.
Monday is my Psych Clearance. And then all I have left is blood work and the follow up appointments while we wait out the insurance wait period. I'm hoping the process goes much quicker than it feels like it will!
I can't help but think about how different things are going to be. Am I going to lose friends? Or at least be treated a bit different by them? How are strangers going to treat me differently? How will the port effect my sex life? Am I going to have the elephant skin folds everywhere? What is it going to feel like to walk in a body that's 80 pounds lighter?
I don't know the answer to any of that, but I know I can't wait to find out!
I've been eating all kinds of berries, nuts, fruits, veggies, and extra lean meats. This week was meeting one with the nutritionist, which was all kinds of interesting (no sarcasm here, actually). She was very very nice and we talked for a very long time. I was worried going in that she was going to judge me for being fat. In my head, I had this appointment built up to something terrifying- picture me sitting on one side of a table with a heat lamp pointed at my head while she grilled me about my habits and told me how being fat was my fault. I could practically smell the dust burning on that God forsaken lightbulb. But no! She was so chill and even told me of her own struggles with Diet Soda. She made me feel human, and for the first time ever I am realizing that none of the doctors I'm meeting with see me as less-than.
This is how any/every doctors appointment usually goes:
- check in, while wondering if the receptionists are giggling at my incredibly obvious muffin top
- find a chair as far away from other patients as possible and hope that somehow my feet will actually reach the ground and my rolls won't be too obvious
- then we go back. the inevitable weighing. insert my selfconscious attempt at a joke and the nurse pretending to laugh while judging me
- see the doctor, where all health problems will be somehow related to my weight.
I remember being young and going to a doctors appointment for my PCOS symptoms (before I was diagnosed) and the doctor looking at me and saying "you are simply fat. that's your problem. and to get skinny all you have to do is stop putting so much IN HERE" (as he pointed to his open mouth). So my assumption is that doctors are always seeing me as weak, inferior, lazy, etc.
This experience so far has been amazing because I haven't once felt judged by a medical professional. I haven't felt judged at the support group meetings. I haven't felt judged by my family. And many of my friends are even supportive.
But I do have to talk about my fears here. I am worried that when the weight comes off, I won't be able to "hang" with the same people. We have made a habit of weekly get to gethers with foods I can no longer eat, wine that I shouldn't drink, and jokes about skinny bitches. I was even told this week that I wouldn't be allowed to hang out with them if I ended up looking like the chick on the front of Shape magazine. I was told I better not become one of those calorie counting crazies. I know they were mostly kidding, but I keep thinking that, ya know, a lot of truth is said in jest. I worry that when I get skinny, I won't be welcome there anymore. And I worry that even if that's not the case, I will feel akward not participating in the feast and either eat things I shouldn't and lots of them, or be really uncomfortable. I don't know if that even makes sense or not. But anyway, there it is.
Monday is my Psych Clearance. And then all I have left is blood work and the follow up appointments while we wait out the insurance wait period. I'm hoping the process goes much quicker than it feels like it will!
I can't help but think about how different things are going to be. Am I going to lose friends? Or at least be treated a bit different by them? How are strangers going to treat me differently? How will the port effect my sex life? Am I going to have the elephant skin folds everywhere? What is it going to feel like to walk in a body that's 80 pounds lighter?
I don't know the answer to any of that, but I know I can't wait to find out!
Monday, December 27, 2010
Step One
they say every big journey begins with a single step. or something like that. anyway, for most of my life, every big journey has begun with a wonderfully delicious date with something incredibly unhealthy. do normal people make decisions without consulting krispy kreme?
this time, this time is different. my weight has been a struggle on and off my whole life. i had a skinny period in high school. but it didn't last long. ok, let's be honest. i spent a year sipping almost all my calories. thank you slim fast. once i introduced solid food again, the weight came back and then some. in 3 years time, i gained 70 pounds. and by the time i graduated college, i was over 200 pounds. at 5'1", that's some serious weight to lose. then i decided, after consulting duncan hines, of course, that it was time to have 2 children in 2 years.
so here i sit, after 2 ceseareans, with a nicely depressing number taunting me everytime i step on the scale, and wondering just what in the hell am i going to do!? both pregnancies were laden with health problems- including gestational diabetes. i also have PCOS (google it if you aren't familiar, it's a bowl of freaking cherries, really), i am insulin resistant, carbohydrate sensitive, i have high cholesterol, and am depressed/anxious constantly. so here i am, staring down the barrel of a serious problem.
clearly, i'm too lazy to do any of the hard work associated with losing weight the old fashioned way (insert huge eye roll here. i have, in fact, tried everything from the grapefruit diet to hours in the gym with a personal trainer. my metabolism is just screwed at this point) i already have some insight into the battle i am about to fight. i know the stigma associated with WLS, and at this point, i just don't care.
see, i know people talk shit bc im fat and they will talk shit about how i lose the weight. i'm realistic here. i also know that it is not going to be easy. that this isn't a short cut. and i am ready to take the leap. without consulting ben and jerry's first.
tomorrow, i am going to the WLS seminar. tomorrow, i am taking the first step.
this time, this time is different. my weight has been a struggle on and off my whole life. i had a skinny period in high school. but it didn't last long. ok, let's be honest. i spent a year sipping almost all my calories. thank you slim fast. once i introduced solid food again, the weight came back and then some. in 3 years time, i gained 70 pounds. and by the time i graduated college, i was over 200 pounds. at 5'1", that's some serious weight to lose. then i decided, after consulting duncan hines, of course, that it was time to have 2 children in 2 years.
so here i sit, after 2 ceseareans, with a nicely depressing number taunting me everytime i step on the scale, and wondering just what in the hell am i going to do!? both pregnancies were laden with health problems- including gestational diabetes. i also have PCOS (google it if you aren't familiar, it's a bowl of freaking cherries, really), i am insulin resistant, carbohydrate sensitive, i have high cholesterol, and am depressed/anxious constantly. so here i am, staring down the barrel of a serious problem.
clearly, i'm too lazy to do any of the hard work associated with losing weight the old fashioned way (insert huge eye roll here. i have, in fact, tried everything from the grapefruit diet to hours in the gym with a personal trainer. my metabolism is just screwed at this point) i already have some insight into the battle i am about to fight. i know the stigma associated with WLS, and at this point, i just don't care.
see, i know people talk shit bc im fat and they will talk shit about how i lose the weight. i'm realistic here. i also know that it is not going to be easy. that this isn't a short cut. and i am ready to take the leap. without consulting ben and jerry's first.
tomorrow, i am going to the WLS seminar. tomorrow, i am taking the first step.
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