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Week 3 Post Op
Jan 23, 2010
Sorry I am a few days late in the weekly blog updates. Total to date is 35 lbs according to my scale. Yeah me!
I have to say that in my heart, the fat was gonna melt off overnight, but in my head, I knew it was a longer journey. I had all these images of me waking up and all the fat will have magically disappeared. It can happen - right?
(BTW I love these smileys)I had my first follow-up visit this week with the doctor and the nutritionist. I brought along my food journals for the dietitian to check over and make sure I was doing everything right. Whenever I have been dieting in the past, the only time I was successful was when I kept a food journal. I have been determined to do it this time. Not that I like to write down everything that goes into my mouth. It almost seems obsessive to me. But in order for me to keep track of the proteins, I gotta do it! Anyways - the dietitian said the only thing I did wrong was that I had a salad. I must have missed the line that said no fresh veggies or fruit for the first 2 months. I tolerated it well, it just isn't good for the pouch apparently. It seems a bit odd that I can eat stuff that probably isn't as healthy but all in good time I guess.
I also started working out a bit harder this week. I have been going to the hospital gym for cardio workouts about 30 minutes 3-4 days a week, In addition, I started at Anytime Fitness this week doing weights. The first day, I got my ass kicked by my own personal Jillian. The Sadist. But I know I need to do it so I don't suffer the from the flabbys as soon as the weight disappears. I do hate working out with those skinny bitches as they run on the treadmill barely breaking a sweat as I am walking besides them dripping buckets. But all I think of is that next year at this time, that skinny bitch is gonna be me - all tanned after my Mexico trip and still smiling after my "work out" with the cabana boys!
Anyways - I will try to be faster with the updates next week! Til then -
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I have to say that in my heart, the fat was gonna melt off overnight, but in my head, I knew it was a longer journey. I had all these images of me waking up and all the fat will have magically disappeared. It can happen - right?
(BTW I love these smileys)I had my first follow-up visit this week with the doctor and the nutritionist. I brought along my food journals for the dietitian to check over and make sure I was doing everything right. Whenever I have been dieting in the past, the only time I was successful was when I kept a food journal. I have been determined to do it this time. Not that I like to write down everything that goes into my mouth. It almost seems obsessive to me. But in order for me to keep track of the proteins, I gotta do it! Anyways - the dietitian said the only thing I did wrong was that I had a salad. I must have missed the line that said no fresh veggies or fruit for the first 2 months. I tolerated it well, it just isn't good for the pouch apparently. It seems a bit odd that I can eat stuff that probably isn't as healthy but all in good time I guess.I also started working out a bit harder this week. I have been going to the hospital gym for cardio workouts about 30 minutes 3-4 days a week, In addition, I started at Anytime Fitness this week doing weights. The first day, I got my ass kicked by my own personal Jillian. The Sadist. But I know I need to do it so I don't suffer the from the flabbys as soon as the weight disappears. I do hate working out with those skinny bitches as they run on the treadmill barely breaking a sweat as I am walking besides them dripping buckets. But all I think of is that next year at this time, that skinny bitch is gonna be me - all tanned after my Mexico trip and still smiling after my "work out" with the cabana boys!
Anyways - I will try to be faster with the updates next week! Til then -
Week 2 - Post Op
Jan 13, 2010
Well, the second week is officially over and I am down 31 lbs. Again, this weight loss includes the 2 week liquid diet.
Everything seems to be going well. My 5 small incisions are all but healed up. I have started back at the gym this week so hopefully the weight will start to melt off. I was a bit concerned as this week was only a few pounds. I am going to check to see if it is normal.
I read the different opinions on this website about the different types of surgery and wonder if I am going to have the same problems. Am I going to regain? Am I going to have to get plastic surgery to cut off the loose skin? Questions never stop, but I am coming to terms with my relationship with food.
"Relationship with food" that phrase may seem hard to comprehend to "skinny" people. But that phrasing is absolutely the truth. I have always said that food has been there for me when real people haven't. It has been my best friend, my confidant, the love of my life. It takes over every social engagement I have ever attended or hosted. To see friends, we go out for lunch. We have coffee over a slice of pie or cheesecake. All of these things are normal activities but I have always put the emphasis on the food, not the company. Now, I can turn it around and focus on the friends and family, not the food.
Through-out this whole process, not alot is being done to help us get through the mental aspect of being fat. It sure as hell isn't because I want to. It is because there is some underlying emotional issue. In order for me not to regain it all, I have to deal with those issues and figure out what it is that got me here to begin with.
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Everything seems to be going well. My 5 small incisions are all but healed up. I have started back at the gym this week so hopefully the weight will start to melt off. I was a bit concerned as this week was only a few pounds. I am going to check to see if it is normal.
I read the different opinions on this website about the different types of surgery and wonder if I am going to have the same problems. Am I going to regain? Am I going to have to get plastic surgery to cut off the loose skin? Questions never stop, but I am coming to terms with my relationship with food.
"Relationship with food" that phrase may seem hard to comprehend to "skinny" people. But that phrasing is absolutely the truth. I have always said that food has been there for me when real people haven't. It has been my best friend, my confidant, the love of my life. It takes over every social engagement I have ever attended or hosted. To see friends, we go out for lunch. We have coffee over a slice of pie or cheesecake. All of these things are normal activities but I have always put the emphasis on the food, not the company. Now, I can turn it around and focus on the friends and family, not the food.
Through-out this whole process, not alot is being done to help us get through the mental aspect of being fat. It sure as hell isn't because I want to. It is because there is some underlying emotional issue. In order for me not to regain it all, I have to deal with those issues and figure out what it is that got me here to begin with.
Week One: Post Op
Jan 05, 2010
Official total since beginning the program (aka - liquid in/liquid out diet) lbs lost: 28
Wow, what a week! Exactly 7 days ago at this time, I just arrived at the hospital and was getting settled into the pre-op room. The official fashion garments (blue gown and brown booties). I have to say those jitters actually stopped the night before. I didn't sleep very well for all the thinking and dreaming - but the bad night's sleep actually is what it took to work out everything in my head. So I didn't chicken out and the superpower won out!
OK, just so you know, everybody is different. I have tons of friends who had the same surgery, even the same doctor. Everyone has a different tale, but here is mine:
Surgery day: The staff was great! I did do an extra hour of waiting because the surgery of mine took extra long, but once I got to the surgery floor, it was a well oiled machine. The last thing I remember is waiving at one of the nurses as she introduced herself. The next thing I knew was I waking up in my room. I pretty much slept until around 730 that night. I started waking up a bit better around then. My family was already all gone so I got to lay there and self analyze the aches and pains. Wiggle the toes, check. Feel my fingers, check. Feel the dry air going in and out of my nose from the oxygen tube, check. Okay at least I wasn't paralyzed and there were no extra tubes sticking in me. The only complaint I had was the most god-awful back pain I have ever experienced. I couldn't explain it and neither could the nurses. It even hurt through the morphine drip. It actually bothered me until about my 4th day post surgery. Not bad, just very uncomfortable. I am not sure if it was from the laying around so much for so long or if it is the pressure your muscles are put on after they blow up your belly with air. Yes, they blow up your belly like a balloon if you have laproscopic surgery so they have room to work. Almost wish I could have seen it!
So the second thing that bothered me was the extreme thirst I had. Partly since I had not had a drop of liquid since the day before and partly from the oxygen/med combo, I was begging for some relief. I had to ask for a pink swab dipped in water just to rub on my lips and around in my mouth. After a stern warning about drinking the water, the nurse finally gave in and let me dip the swabs. It felt like heaven! I actually started to foam at the mouth and they wouldn't let me rinse. So I asked if I could brush my teeth. Yup, I could do that and rinse. So, I know. WTF right?? I didn't argue. I just brushed and rinsed away the foam and again, it was heaven! (It's the little things that get you through)
Anyways, the third thing that bothered me was the oxygen machine. It apparently has warning bells on it for when you quit breathing. Ummm, I, along with tons other overweight individuals, have sleep apnea. That means we quit breathing quite regularly as we sleep. Typically, we do not need an alarm to remind us to breath. Apparently, the machine thinks differently. So every 6 minutes or so, I was woken up to the most annoying buzzers! After the second time of running into the room, the nurse says "just wake up and pant for a while so the machine gets the level of CO2 from you it needs so I can quit running in." Okay, so I am panting to get the machine to stop buzzing. Finally I asked her if I could just take it off since I cant sleep anyway and take a walk. So around midnight, I took a walk down the hallway, about 2 doors, turned around and ran to my room to vomit. I guess I made myself a bit dizzy. After a nice dose of anti-nausea meds and a nap in the chair to give my back a break, I went for another walk down the hall around 4 am. Nursing staff didn't mind a bit. There wasn't anything on TV at that time anyways! :)
day 1 post op: My program at Meritcare allows for a one day stay and you are kicked out at soon as you can keep down 2 liquid meals. So, at 6am, I still could not have a sip of water, but at 8 am when my broth, juice and jello got there, I could have that. WTF again, right? I didn't argue. I just asked for a glass of water again and finally they gave it to me. so after a wonderful lunch of the same broth, i was able to leave. I almost ran out! I got home ran in the house said hello to everyone waiting then passed out on the couch for the rest of the day. I don't remember alot. I was still pretty groggy, but I was home.
day 2-3 post op: I was pretty tired and weak the first two days. I could only get water and broth down. I did try a protein shake but it was too thick and frothy. I did get an applesauce cup also down in those 2 days. that was it. The nice thing was that I didn't feel hardly anything from my incisions. of the 5, one was a bit sore, but it was only for a day. What did bother me was sleeping. I am a side sleeper. As I tried to sleep on my side, the pressure internally hurt too much. so I slept basically in a sitting position for the first 2 days. I wasn't able to fully sleep on my side until the 5th day.
day 4+ post op: Slowly, I have been able to incorporate yogurt and my protein shakes. I have been eating thick broths and even on the 5th day, I has some beef barley soup. It was primarily the broth, but I did try a few pieces of barley and the beef. It worked well! I went on and had some homemade turkey soup and had a couple chunks of the turkey. it was soft and mushy enough to be tolerated. I loved it. Every day, I try just a small thing more to add to my diet. Today I am going to do scrambled eggs and 1/2 slice of toast. yumm-o!
The actual physical part of eating hasn't bothered me at all. It doesn't bother me when others eat in front of me, and yes, I have actually felt hungry, but it is different. More of an empty feeling or weakness. Not a "hurry and eat the pillow" hungry. and yes, it is only a 1/3 cup or a few tablespoons at a time, but everything is coming along physically. The mental loss of my friend, the food, is diminishing, but it is hard. Knowing how good those fresh baked buns are as you smell them coming out of the oven is almost too much to bear. But, I just do it and grin cuz that 100 lb loss and trip to Mexico to find me a cabana boy are just 12 months away! See ya next week!
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Wow, what a week! Exactly 7 days ago at this time, I just arrived at the hospital and was getting settled into the pre-op room. The official fashion garments (blue gown and brown booties). I have to say those jitters actually stopped the night before. I didn't sleep very well for all the thinking and dreaming - but the bad night's sleep actually is what it took to work out everything in my head. So I didn't chicken out and the superpower won out!
OK, just so you know, everybody is different. I have tons of friends who had the same surgery, even the same doctor. Everyone has a different tale, but here is mine:
Surgery day: The staff was great! I did do an extra hour of waiting because the surgery of mine took extra long, but once I got to the surgery floor, it was a well oiled machine. The last thing I remember is waiving at one of the nurses as she introduced herself. The next thing I knew was I waking up in my room. I pretty much slept until around 730 that night. I started waking up a bit better around then. My family was already all gone so I got to lay there and self analyze the aches and pains. Wiggle the toes, check. Feel my fingers, check. Feel the dry air going in and out of my nose from the oxygen tube, check. Okay at least I wasn't paralyzed and there were no extra tubes sticking in me. The only complaint I had was the most god-awful back pain I have ever experienced. I couldn't explain it and neither could the nurses. It even hurt through the morphine drip. It actually bothered me until about my 4th day post surgery. Not bad, just very uncomfortable. I am not sure if it was from the laying around so much for so long or if it is the pressure your muscles are put on after they blow up your belly with air. Yes, they blow up your belly like a balloon if you have laproscopic surgery so they have room to work. Almost wish I could have seen it!
So the second thing that bothered me was the extreme thirst I had. Partly since I had not had a drop of liquid since the day before and partly from the oxygen/med combo, I was begging for some relief. I had to ask for a pink swab dipped in water just to rub on my lips and around in my mouth. After a stern warning about drinking the water, the nurse finally gave in and let me dip the swabs. It felt like heaven! I actually started to foam at the mouth and they wouldn't let me rinse. So I asked if I could brush my teeth. Yup, I could do that and rinse. So, I know. WTF right?? I didn't argue. I just brushed and rinsed away the foam and again, it was heaven! (It's the little things that get you through)
Anyways, the third thing that bothered me was the oxygen machine. It apparently has warning bells on it for when you quit breathing. Ummm, I, along with tons other overweight individuals, have sleep apnea. That means we quit breathing quite regularly as we sleep. Typically, we do not need an alarm to remind us to breath. Apparently, the machine thinks differently. So every 6 minutes or so, I was woken up to the most annoying buzzers! After the second time of running into the room, the nurse says "just wake up and pant for a while so the machine gets the level of CO2 from you it needs so I can quit running in." Okay, so I am panting to get the machine to stop buzzing. Finally I asked her if I could just take it off since I cant sleep anyway and take a walk. So around midnight, I took a walk down the hallway, about 2 doors, turned around and ran to my room to vomit. I guess I made myself a bit dizzy. After a nice dose of anti-nausea meds and a nap in the chair to give my back a break, I went for another walk down the hall around 4 am. Nursing staff didn't mind a bit. There wasn't anything on TV at that time anyways! :)
day 1 post op: My program at Meritcare allows for a one day stay and you are kicked out at soon as you can keep down 2 liquid meals. So, at 6am, I still could not have a sip of water, but at 8 am when my broth, juice and jello got there, I could have that. WTF again, right? I didn't argue. I just asked for a glass of water again and finally they gave it to me. so after a wonderful lunch of the same broth, i was able to leave. I almost ran out! I got home ran in the house said hello to everyone waiting then passed out on the couch for the rest of the day. I don't remember alot. I was still pretty groggy, but I was home.
day 2-3 post op: I was pretty tired and weak the first two days. I could only get water and broth down. I did try a protein shake but it was too thick and frothy. I did get an applesauce cup also down in those 2 days. that was it. The nice thing was that I didn't feel hardly anything from my incisions. of the 5, one was a bit sore, but it was only for a day. What did bother me was sleeping. I am a side sleeper. As I tried to sleep on my side, the pressure internally hurt too much. so I slept basically in a sitting position for the first 2 days. I wasn't able to fully sleep on my side until the 5th day.
day 4+ post op: Slowly, I have been able to incorporate yogurt and my protein shakes. I have been eating thick broths and even on the 5th day, I has some beef barley soup. It was primarily the broth, but I did try a few pieces of barley and the beef. It worked well! I went on and had some homemade turkey soup and had a couple chunks of the turkey. it was soft and mushy enough to be tolerated. I loved it. Every day, I try just a small thing more to add to my diet. Today I am going to do scrambled eggs and 1/2 slice of toast. yumm-o!
The actual physical part of eating hasn't bothered me at all. It doesn't bother me when others eat in front of me, and yes, I have actually felt hungry, but it is different. More of an empty feeling or weakness. Not a "hurry and eat the pillow" hungry. and yes, it is only a 1/3 cup or a few tablespoons at a time, but everything is coming along physically. The mental loss of my friend, the food, is diminishing, but it is hard. Knowing how good those fresh baked buns are as you smell them coming out of the oven is almost too much to bear. But, I just do it and grin cuz that 100 lb loss and trip to Mexico to find me a cabana boy are just 12 months away! See ya next week!
Day 12: Pre-op
Dec 28, 2009
Technically, since I am writing this at 0347 am, I only have a day left. Holy crap!!! One day before I begin a new life. Yup, I guess you could say I am a bit nervous. Scared shitless, to be totally honest. I have very few fears in life, and consider myself to be extremely lucky in most everything. So why oh why am I doing such a drastic thing to myself? Now I know why some bride and grooms take off running for the hills when they are to be walking down the aisle, why some people lock themselves in their house for the rest of their lives and never come out, and why some entertainers always vomit before the big show. ANXIETY.
But see, I have a secret weapon. One that most people who know me can attest to and most would actually call it my weapon... it is pure stubbornness. I can hear you laughing now - those of you who know me. Yup, I am as stubborn as a mule who wont budge in the middle of a fire until I am good and ready. It is one of the things that I am actually most proud of. It has gotten me through a lot of doubt through the years, both self doubt and other people's doubt headed my way. I can remember when I was a little kid, probably around 8 or 9. I was laying on the couch pretending to sleep because I didn't want my brother to sit by me. He tried everything to get me up, including shaking me. He even tried the lure of supper, with fresh home-made pizza out of the oven. I was hungry. But I was even more damned stubborn. I just lay there until I actually did fall asleep. I knew then I could use this new super power to my advantage. However, through the years, my super power was put on the back burner to my other super power that I am not proud of... super laziness. I prefer to think of it as apathy. I grew to just not caring too much about anything or anyone because I would just get hurt if I did. So I grew more apathetic and fatter as the years went by.
Finally, the good super power kicked in and kicked me in my ass. One of my favorite movies is Shawshank Redemption with the fantastic Morgan Freeman. I heard his voice in my head "Get busy living, or get busy dying." That is when the super power kicked my ass all the way to the hospital for the informational meeting.
I found out that my good super power gets stronger as it is used. I quit smoking cold turkey on Labor Day. I haven't looked back. I signed up for this with the intention of never having to look back. My stubbornness to get healthy made me sign up for an exercise program that is monitored through the hospital specifically for a bariatric study and I went faithfully 3-4 days a week until this two week pre-op. I have 4 weeks left of the program after surgery then it is signing up for a regular gym membership.
So here I am, a day left to go before surgery and having survived 2 weeks of protein shakes and dry lettuce. Yup, still scared as hell, but I am gonna do it. Wish me luck.
Day 7: pre-op
Dec 23, 2009
Okay - 7 down, 7 to go. I woke up this morning at 430 (yes am) hungry enough to eat my pillow. I only slept 4 hours and the growling monster that lives inside me was not letting me sleep. This has never happened to me before. I am well known for my ability to sleep anywhere at any time and now I am awake after only 4 hours. What to do?
Of course, the first thing I did was turn on the computer in an attempt to bury the urge. Usually if I can take my mind somewhere else, I can actually forget to eat! Yes, its true. But it didnt work this time. So I thought about what happened yesterday to make me so ravenous. I ate my lean cuisine and salad, I didnt work out (shame on me) and I drank all my shakes didnt I??? After careful anaylsis, I found I missed a shake in there somewhere. Huh. How did that happen? Well, since it was technically the next day, I couldnt drink it to make up for the missed one, so I guzzled about a gallon of water and went back to bed. It worked!!!
So after being able to finish my sleep, i got up and did the normal morning routine and stepped on the scale to get the official weekly weigh-in. :: drumroll:: 12 pounds! Damn, if I would have just started to starve myself sooner!
The bad news of the week is that due to this snow storm hitting the 13 middle states, I cant go home for Christmas. My surgery is next week and I just cant chance an accident or getting stuck 3 hours away from my surgeon. Sooo, I am going to sit here at home and not feel sorry for myself. Everything happens for a reason, right?
one more week!
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Of course, the first thing I did was turn on the computer in an attempt to bury the urge. Usually if I can take my mind somewhere else, I can actually forget to eat! Yes, its true. But it didnt work this time. So I thought about what happened yesterday to make me so ravenous. I ate my lean cuisine and salad, I didnt work out (shame on me) and I drank all my shakes didnt I??? After careful anaylsis, I found I missed a shake in there somewhere. Huh. How did that happen? Well, since it was technically the next day, I couldnt drink it to make up for the missed one, so I guzzled about a gallon of water and went back to bed. It worked!!!
So after being able to finish my sleep, i got up and did the normal morning routine and stepped on the scale to get the official weekly weigh-in. :: drumroll:: 12 pounds! Damn, if I would have just started to starve myself sooner!
The bad news of the week is that due to this snow storm hitting the 13 middle states, I cant go home for Christmas. My surgery is next week and I just cant chance an accident or getting stuck 3 hours away from my surgeon. Sooo, I am going to sit here at home and not feel sorry for myself. Everything happens for a reason, right?
one more week!
Day 4 - pre-surgery
Dec 19, 2009
Day 4 of my protein shake extravaganza! Or as I like to call it - the liquid in, liquid out diet :)
The first day, I honestly didn't think I was going to be alive at the end of the two weeks. The second day I was down to just wondering if I made the right decision and why the hell didn't I hit at least 4 buffets the day before I started this. By the third day, the hunger pains were gone and the rest of me, well, lets just say everything was back to normal. It is now day 4 and I think I am managing pretty well. I have even managed to lose 5 lbs in these past 4 days!
I should really preface the whole situation by saying I hate vegetables. Yup, pretty much all of them. I can tolerate salad but even after the third day of eating dry greens is making me feel more like a cow than ever before. The reason why I am stating this, is: 1. hopefully this explains (partly) why I eat rotten foods and 2. I actually made a vegetable soup that I can eat during these two weeks. My doctor said veggies were free and a great way to fill me up so I came up with a way I don't have to know they are veggies! I boiled a whole crap load of them in fat free, low sodium beef broth (also a freebie) then when they were pretty much mush, I pureed them. It tastes just like the bloody Mary mix I put in my beer - or used to.
My biggest worry at this point is getting through Christmas without gorging on cookies. I almost didn't join the family revelry, but I figure I gotta face it sometime. So what if my family will be shoveling down the baked goods and adult beverages. I will just smile at them as I drink my fantastic protein shakes and chewing carrot sticks. Soon, I will be able to laugh at them and say "Who's the skinny bitch now?" :) I cant wait!
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The first day, I honestly didn't think I was going to be alive at the end of the two weeks. The second day I was down to just wondering if I made the right decision and why the hell didn't I hit at least 4 buffets the day before I started this. By the third day, the hunger pains were gone and the rest of me, well, lets just say everything was back to normal. It is now day 4 and I think I am managing pretty well. I have even managed to lose 5 lbs in these past 4 days!
I should really preface the whole situation by saying I hate vegetables. Yup, pretty much all of them. I can tolerate salad but even after the third day of eating dry greens is making me feel more like a cow than ever before. The reason why I am stating this, is: 1. hopefully this explains (partly) why I eat rotten foods and 2. I actually made a vegetable soup that I can eat during these two weeks. My doctor said veggies were free and a great way to fill me up so I came up with a way I don't have to know they are veggies! I boiled a whole crap load of them in fat free, low sodium beef broth (also a freebie) then when they were pretty much mush, I pureed them. It tastes just like the bloody Mary mix I put in my beer - or used to.
My biggest worry at this point is getting through Christmas without gorging on cookies. I almost didn't join the family revelry, but I figure I gotta face it sometime. So what if my family will be shoveling down the baked goods and adult beverages. I will just smile at them as I drink my fantastic protein shakes and chewing carrot sticks. Soon, I will be able to laugh at them and say "Who's the skinny bitch now?" :) I cant wait!
Day 1 - presurgery
Dec 16, 2009
So I have never blogged before. I have lots of friends who blog all the time, I never thought I would do it since I never have anything interesting to say. But, this is a journey of a lifetime, and my memory is really crappy, so this is as good a place as any to be my memory. Good luck to me. Dont mess it up!
So day #1 begins with nothing to eat or drink until I have my lab work done. No problem since I have labs at 1115. I can just sleep until I have to go, right? Wrong. I forgot about my workout meeting. I am also enrolled in a special program that teaches me how to work out while I am on this journey. So I attend the work out meeting and actually work out until my appointment with my doctor. Mistake #1 today. I am so damn thirsty by the time I am done that I can spin wool out of my mouth! I then get to the meeting and beg for water from the nurse. She takes pity on me and brings me a glass of water. Okay, it was only enough to wet the inside of my mouth but it was like mana from heaven.
After the nurse does her thing and the doctor does his thing, I walk down to the lab dept and sit in fear for my life with no one to hold my hand. Yes, I am 38 years old, but I am scared of needles. So as the lab tech gushes on and on about what good veins I have, I am looking down wondering how hard it is gonna hurt when my head hits the floor as I pass out. I think she might be able to get enough blood out of the mop as my head cracks open. And just as I am contemplating if it is too late to cancel the whole deal, she says she is done. That's it??? Huh. I guess it wasnt so bad.
Okay, so I go and pick up the $140 worth of deliciousness from the nutrition office. Yes, the 3 largest jugs of any powdered substance known to mankind. Strawberry, Vanilla, and Banana. See, the plan is if I can have one flavor specifically for each meal, it will be easier to keep track of. It a memory thing for an old broad like me. BTW, I havent mentioned the marvelous chewable horsepills I am given as a daily vitamin. Seriously? I obviously didnt get any decent nutrition thru my food before, i would think a much smaller pill would be plenty! Lets not forget the special sand feature of the vitamin. Not sure which minerals are which, but I dont care how much tropical flavor you add, they all taste like crap. Note to self: find a better multi-vitamin when my month is over!
Anyways, Day 2 is set aside for finally organizing my kitchen. I have to make sure everything is within reach and easy to use. If I dont, I wont be able to get a flow going. One day at a time, but I gotta start out right.
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So day #1 begins with nothing to eat or drink until I have my lab work done. No problem since I have labs at 1115. I can just sleep until I have to go, right? Wrong. I forgot about my workout meeting. I am also enrolled in a special program that teaches me how to work out while I am on this journey. So I attend the work out meeting and actually work out until my appointment with my doctor. Mistake #1 today. I am so damn thirsty by the time I am done that I can spin wool out of my mouth! I then get to the meeting and beg for water from the nurse. She takes pity on me and brings me a glass of water. Okay, it was only enough to wet the inside of my mouth but it was like mana from heaven.
After the nurse does her thing and the doctor does his thing, I walk down to the lab dept and sit in fear for my life with no one to hold my hand. Yes, I am 38 years old, but I am scared of needles. So as the lab tech gushes on and on about what good veins I have, I am looking down wondering how hard it is gonna hurt when my head hits the floor as I pass out. I think she might be able to get enough blood out of the mop as my head cracks open. And just as I am contemplating if it is too late to cancel the whole deal, she says she is done. That's it??? Huh. I guess it wasnt so bad.
Okay, so I go and pick up the $140 worth of deliciousness from the nutrition office. Yes, the 3 largest jugs of any powdered substance known to mankind. Strawberry, Vanilla, and Banana. See, the plan is if I can have one flavor specifically for each meal, it will be easier to keep track of. It a memory thing for an old broad like me. BTW, I havent mentioned the marvelous chewable horsepills I am given as a daily vitamin. Seriously? I obviously didnt get any decent nutrition thru my food before, i would think a much smaller pill would be plenty! Lets not forget the special sand feature of the vitamin. Not sure which minerals are which, but I dont care how much tropical flavor you add, they all taste like crap. Note to self: find a better multi-vitamin when my month is over!
Anyways, Day 2 is set aside for finally organizing my kitchen. I have to make sure everything is within reach and easy to use. If I dont, I wont be able to get a flow going. One day at a time, but I gotta start out right.
