okay. so i’m deeming wednesday weigh-in day.
why? well, beyond its alliterative appeal, (last) wednesday was the day of my banding, and seems a fitting day to check in on what’s happening on the scale.
- heaviest: 259
- day of surgery: 245
- today (3/16): 240
- TOTAL LOSS: -19 lbs
to say i’m beyond ecstatic is an understatement. i’m elated, overjoyed, jubilant, thrilled, plucky, excited and just plain happy. i have never lost this much weight on my own…and the best part about it, is that most of it was ON MY OWN. yes. pre-band, pre-surgery. not that i’m not ready to let the band help me out a bit, but i’m going to relish the fact that i lost 14 lbs on my own. suck it, fat cells!
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had my post-op appointment yesterday. doctor says my incisions look good and i can begin showering and that the glue would fall off. uh, begin? what happened to last thursday when you told me i could shower? made me wonder if i smelled funny or something. i mean, i did have a bra AND jeans on, AND make-up. AND perfume! maybe it’s because i have been scared to even touch my incisions, let alone concern myself with the surgical glue.
anywhoo: my first fill in my 14 cc band is scheduled for april 6. it will be in radiology because it’s my first and because my port is very deep (“you have a very deep body cavity.” -dr…thanks?). p.s. the fat that was removed was deep in my belly, as in, not in the bagel around my midsection. oh well.
my friend juleann (hi jules!) wants to know what i’m eating. well…as of today, i’m onto purees. yum. for a person with texture issues, this should be an interesting week – two weeks (my dietitian said to go as long as i can….okay??).
this morning, i woke up and made a lovely cottage cheese bake. think inside of a lasagna. trust me, it’s all i can think about. i can have 1/2 cup portions for a meal. i also pureed peas and cream of chicken soup (think bright green pesto…this is questionable), 1/4 cup portions. made green bean casserole, which i will lightly blend — 1/4 cup portions. i’m still supposed to be getting about 24 grams of protein (of my 60-70 gram a day goal) from liquids, so i had 4 ounces of a protein shake (23 g), and can sip on some cream soup later on (8 g in a 4 ounce serving made with skim milk and nonfat instant milk). for lunch, i’m having egg salad (1/4 egg, tbsp light mayo, couple squirts of mustard) and probably some pureed peas. everything is pretty bland, but after weeks (!) of broth, SF jello and pudding, and cottage cheese, this shiz tastes like heaven.
tomorrow, my mom is coming over so we can do some grocery shopping (fruit baby food, other random stuff) and make some more purees so that i’m ready to go back to work on friday. this stuff is hard. seriously. there is so much damn math involved, i can barely stand it. perhaps i have the most **anal dietitian in the world, or perhaps it’s because i’m a perfectionist, but try calculating the protein in a 1/4 cup serving of green bean casserole. yes. and that’s not even the hard part.
**is it wrong to really dislike someone you barely know? especially a skinny woman who weighs maybe 100 pounds soaking wet and frowns at your food choices?
about work: i was supposed to return monday, but i really am bored out of my mind all alone in my apartment (what’s with people WORKING during the day, anyway??), so i’m going back to work friday. i figure that way i can get in a full work day and have the weekend to recover. EVERY FUCKING BODY (excuse my french) at work wants to know where i’ve been and what i’ve been doing and why i was out. IF I HAVEN’T TOLD YOU, IT’S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS. that means you, **co-worker-who-sent-me-a-get-well-card-even -though-i-never-told-you-my-time-off-had-anything-to-do-with-my-health -and/or-surgery. and you, co-worker-who-asked-my-boss-and-forced-her-to-email-the-CFO-to-explain-that-people-would-not-stop-asking-and-that-if-it-continued-they-would-be-sent-to-his-attention. yes. this really happened.
DAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMNNNNNN. WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? ANYONE EVER HEARD OF HIPAA?
**when she asked what i was doing during my time off, i told her i was getting a haircut. funny thing is, i actually did get a (much-needed) haircut, so it wasn’t a lie. also, IT’S NONE OF HER DAMN BUSINESS WHAT I WAS DOING. CAN YOU TELL I AM BOTHERED BY THE FACT THAT EVERYONE HAS THE MISTAKEN NOTION THAT THEY ARE ENTITLED TO KNOW ABOUT MY PERSONAL HEALTH HISTORY AND/OR ISSUES?
were people around you this nosy when you had your surgery?
could this blog be any longer?
could i think of one more question?