I Made it to Friday…
I can’t believe that it’s Friday. Friday equals five days post-op and I am still here alive and well and drinking shakes. My body is starting to feel back to normal, and all of the operative after-effects are finally starting to wear off, I can sleep on my side again, and wear a bra, and put my socks on =) The downside though, because there always is, with starting to feel so good is that my appetite is back…and it’s not for liquid chocolate protein.
Of course, I can’t have food right now. I am on liquid for 9 more days, then progress to purees for three more weeks. I can’t even sneak in a bite when no one is looking because it could land me back in the hospital and even I am not stupid enough to roll that dice. When they put your band in, your stomach and surrounding organs are put under stress, I mean, imagine minding your own business and then suddenly having a noose around your neck, you wouldn’t be happy either. The purpose of the post-op liquid diet then is to allow the stomach to get used to its new shape (picture a water bottle that becomes an hour glass) and to allow the swelling and air pressure from surgery to go down. I chose to do this very drastic thing to my body and I knew what I was getting into.
That being said…..
I am starting to crave REAL food. Nothing crazy, but a nice gooey grilled cheese sandwich would be nice. Or an English Muffin with butter. Or McDonald’s.
How sad is it that you can’t even drive a mile in any direction without being faced with your nemesis out the passenger side window. How dark the con of man. I sympathize with the addict trying to detox from drugs who can’t pass a corner without seeing a dealer. Don’t get me wrong, I knew when I made this decision that my days of scarfing down a large-sized extra value meal were over, and that no one, me or anyone else should be eating like that in the first place. But… half of a cheeseburger would be nice. Or a snack wrap. Or one of those new fish bites (hey! It’s a Filet o’ Fish without a bun, I’m being carb-concious here!!)
But this too shall pass, and for the record I am proud to say I have already survived my first encounter drinking a protein shake while my family sat ‘round the table enjoying finger-lengthed French cut potatoes fried to the perfect golden hue and then sprinkled with the perfect equation of salt and sugar to make them addicting. SURVIVED. I’M A SURVIVOR. I almost heard Beyonce’ singing in the background.Every time I look at my belly with its 6 teeny-tiny scars, I remind myself that I really did this. As much of a miracle worker my anesthesiologist was to knock me out of reality, it really happened. My eye is on the prize, and as you can see from MyFitnessPlan progress, I am starting to really drop pounds. My body feels lighter, I have great energy, my skin looks better, and my clothes are becoming looser. My kids in their partial understanding are proud of me, I can tell without them saying so. That in its own is enough for me.