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Thursday, May 6, 2010

VSG surgery Day 76 just the weight

  ??0.0 weight today, -0.6 lbs from last weight,  64.4 pounds lost

My brother in law and his fiance are here and we are spending some great, quality time together. I'll see you guys soon!

ttyl Posted by Waning Woman at 9:23 PM 1 comments Links to this post Labels: a loss is a loss no matter how small, Gastric Sleeve, my scale has a name and I call her bessie, Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy, VSG, vsg surgery blog, weight loss after VSG surgery, weight loss surgery

 

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

VSG surgery day 75

  ??0.6 weight today,  1.0 lb lost from last weight,  63.5 lbs lost to date

I didn't go to TOPS last night because I was in a frenzy trying to get the house spic and span for my brother in law to visit. I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, a bat out of hell (and whatever other animal you want to throw into the menagerie) only to realize that he gets in tomorrow. Oh well, at least I won't have much to do tonight.

I really didn't mind not going to TOPS because the passive aggressive part of me secretly delights in the idea that they think I'm not coming back. Hey, I'm just being honest. I got an apology a few days ago from the offending party AND I even got a phone call from the area director of TOPS telling me that I was doing really well and that she was proud of me. I was just kind of taken aback by that second phone call and I was like, "Uhhhh, thanks? Can you call me back because I'm on the phone with t-mobile?" LOL. I really was on the phone with t-mobile. The phone calls were a nice touch though.

This morning, I've been feeling slightly nauseous. I had some peanut butter and about a half way through the spoon, Sleevie started to express his discomfort. A bit later, I decided to have a wasa cracker with cream cheese and I took one bite, and Sleevie started acting up again. UGH! So we'll just have to see. Hopefully his behavior will improve and then I can give him a reward. If not he's going to obedience school!

ttyl Posted by Waning Woman at 11:50 AM 1 comments Links to this post Labels: a loss is a loss no matter how small, Gastric Sleeve, my scale has a name and I call her bessie, TOPS, Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy, VSG, weight loss surgery

Monday, May 3, 2010

VSG surgery day 73

  ??2.1 weight today,  0.9 lbs lost from last weight,  62.3 lbs lost date

Yesterday was a pretty good day. Other than the traffic over by Trintiy Park being nervewrackingly atrocious, it was good for me to get out and see the sights in another part of the Metroplex. Mayfest itself was overly crowded, overly expensive, with overly long lines and not really too much to do for adults, but I had really great company so all of the overlies didn't really bother me.

I took a bottle of water with my thinking that 20 ozs would be enough, but I was paaaaarched. I would have gotten something to drink, but just looking at the overly long lines defeated me. So for about 2 hours, my thirst kept me company and then he decided to invite hunger to the party.Just about the time I thought I was going to keel over, we were leaving and on our way to Central Market. Whew.  Now I know that I need to keep some protein snacks in purse at all times and larger quantity of water with me, too.

It was so great being able to walk around ( at a decent pace, mind you) and not feel winded. I walked several miles yesterday and it really made me feel like...all of this is real. Even if the scale is doing some sort of crazy dance all over the place, these small victories are not bound to the number on Bessie. How can you measure the freedom to walk and not get tired? What units would you use to describe the feeling of realizing "damn, this really is happening."?  ..hmmmmmm......Yesterday was a REALLY good day.

ttyl Posted by Waning Woman at 6:14 PM Labels: a loss is a loss no matter how small, Gastric Sleeve, NSV, Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy, VSG, weight loss surgery

Sunday, May 2, 2010

VSG surgery day 72

  ??2.0 weight today,  1.0 lbs lost from last weight,  61.4 to date.

So for the past few days my weight has been up and down and I didn't really lose all that much from last week, so it was certainly good to see it headed in the right way this morning It's my lowest post-surgical weight to date
: )

For the past few days, haven't really wanted to eat anything. I've been hungry, but I've not had the motivation to get up and do anything about it. It's the kind if hunger that travels up from your stomach and ends in your throaK. I really don't know if its just laziness or something else, but I am REALLY gonna try to make sure that this doesn't become in issue for me. I have zero appetite and nothing really sounds appealing to me at all ( well other than cake but you guys already know that) Until this funk or whatever passes, I'm gonna make sure that I am on top of my protein game and chugalug these Premier Protein Shakes.

Thanks to the VSG and me getting my swagger back, my busy bee ass was buzzing all over the Metroplex this weekend. Last night I went out with Headlights and IHOP ( if you saw her you'd understand her name) channeled my inner 21 year old and cut the hell up. We went to a house party and then later on we brought in midnight hour at a different venue with the kind of fun that really shouldn't be discussed in this blog.... HEY NOW!!!! In order to protect the not so innocent all I will say is a great time was had by all.

Well, my little social butterfly self is about to get off the computer and get ready to go meet Shero over in Ft. Worth so that I can continue my action packed weekend.

Oh yeah a word of advice.








ttyl

Thursday, April 29, 2010

VSG surgery day 69

  ??3.0 weight,  0.6 pounds lost,  60.4 pounds lost to date

Ok, so apparently Google, in its infinite wisdom, thinks that my blog is about "posts" So I'm changing up the titles and the labels so that nobody comes here looking for a hitching p0$t, the p0$t office, a p0$t op tranny, p0$t cereal, Emily po$t, or a p0$t as in " I was p0$t to do it but I forgot". There- I think I pretty much got all of my bases covered.

I'm super duper excited about the second number on the scale moving. I'm inching closer and closer to my pre-preggo weight and THAT will be killer. For me, losing all of the baby weight  ( and AFTER baby weight) will be an incredible milestone worth celebrating.

I gained weight as soon as the sperm hit the egg, no kidding. I gained close to 12lbs in two weeks before I even knew I was pregnant. I was just beyond baffled at this weight gain that seemed to come from nowhere, and so I was about to go sign up for weight watchers. The morning that I was gonna go sign up for WW was the morning that I found out I was pregnant. That morning I rolled over in bed onto my chest and my chi-chi's felt like they were going. to. pop. You know how you can cook a natural casing sausage and you poke a fork in it and it pops? Yeah, my breasts felt like pan fried pork and they were about 1/100000000th of a lb of pressure away from exploding. I knew that I was pregnant. All it took was a quick trip to CVS and a whizz on a stick to confirm what I already knew. After that, the pounds pretty much effortlessly piled on.

Anyhoo, I'm bout to get up and figure out something that I can eat, sooooo I will

ttyl Posted by Waning Woman at 7:54 PM Labels: a loss is a loss no matter how small, Gastric Sleeve, my scale has a name and I call her bessie, random musings, Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy, VSG, weight loss surgery

 

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Day 68 post op

  ??3.6,  -0.2 from last time, 59.8 to date

For the past few days I've been really feeling a lot of restriction. I've been only able to eat tiny amounts and its really been getting on my nerves. In fact, a lot of stuff has been getting on my nerves.

The other night, we ordered food and I was only able to eat a bit. I went to the bedroom to watch my shows that I'd dvr'ed and when I came back all of the food was gone. I was just like, " Come on. Just because I only ate a tiny amount doesn't mean that I might not want more later." I was absolutely fuming and in fact I was still po'ed about it when I woke up the  next morning.

I went to TOPS last night and ended up leaving in a huff b/c I was just irritated at an ASS-inine comment that one of the members made. She said, ' There has been something on my chest and I want to get it off. Now I want you to know that I love you, " pointing to me and her blood sister," as TOPS sisters and a real sister, but the name of the group is TOPS taking off pounds sensibly and I think that if you had surgery that's not taking it off sensibly." I just said, " Oh hell no," snatched up my stuff and made my way for the door. As I was leaving, she said, " Oh no, I didn't mean anything." Oh yes the hell you did, ma'am!!! I continued my egress in dramatic, queeny, fashion only to realize that I left my phone on the table. UGH! My life long dream having exactly THIS kind of episode, and its foiled by my raggedy ass cell phone. I stormed back in, got my phone, and asked Bertha ( who I love dearly) for her number so that I could call her later. When I did talk to her after the meeting, she basically told them that they were half dead and needed to wake up. I really like her. Anyway, I guess I'll go back next week if only to tell them about themselves.

Well, I'm finna get up and clean my dirty house.

ttyl Posted by Waning Woman at 10:02 AM 0 comments Links to this post Labels: a loss is a loss no matter how small, grouchfest, post op, rather be pissed off than pissed on, TOPS

 

Monday, April 26, 2010

Day 66 post op.....Brought to you by the letter "K"

  ??3.5, same as last time 59.6 to date.

I went to Sam's a while ago to return some chicken that smelled like the business end of a hellifino. I went to the return counter, waited my turn in line, and stepped to the counter foul fowl in hand. The exchange with the counter guy went something like this.

Can I help you?
Yeah, this chicken stinks and I need to return it.
Do you have a reTHeip (ru-theep)
No
Well, I can issue you a store crediK.

This guy, in all of his pursed lip, gayfaced, neck crooked glory, actually looked at me with a straight face and told me that I could get a credik....lol. That really made my day.

Anyway, I tell you guys all of this to tell you that I was eating some chicken too fast yesterday and it felt like it was up in my thoaK. And I specifically wanted to use the word throaK, but I couldn't use it without a backstory.

Sometimes it seems like I haven't had surgery because for the most part eating is pretty normal at 9 1/2 weeks out. Yesterday though, when Sleevie was bombarded with the chicken a little too fast for his liking, he threw up the stop sign and there was a traffic jam in my esophagus. It wasn't a bad feeling ( though the closest tag that I have is "the bads" so I'm gonna use it) but it was definitely a reminder that I DID have surgery and to stay mindful of my eating.
Well, I gotta get up and brush my teeth so that PT doesn't have to come to a wife with dragon breath.

ttyl Posted by Waning Woman at 2:32 PM 0 comments Links to this post Labels: my scale has a name and I call her bessie, Periodic Table, post op, Sleevie Wonder, the bads, VSG

Monday, April 19, 2010

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Day 59 post....The VSG can make you a better version of you

  ??6.6, -1.0 from yesterday, 56.8 to date

Losing weight has been incredible. Periodic Table said to me yesterday," Baby, this has been the best money we ever spent." I couldn't agree with him more.

With each pound I lose, I'm finding myself more and more. The excess weight was keeping from being the person that I wanted to be, but I just didn't realize just how much it was suffocating the life in me. It's just now that I am peeling off and discarding these layers that I can actually see how it affected me. Just yesterday, The Kid was under the table at a restaurant, and without thinking about it or skipping a beat, I jumped out of the booth, quickly squatted down, and promptly put his little behind back in his seat. It was only when I had been comfortably back in my own seat for a minute that I said to Headlights, " Damn, I wouldn't, couldn't have done that before I started losing weight, friend." I just hit me.

I spent so much energy bearing the physical and emotional tonnage of corpulence, that I was depleted when it came time to put the energy into my family or even myself. My nails, while chipped and in desperate need of a do-over, are polished for the first time in years. Jewelry that was once collecting dust now adorns my ears, arms, and neck again. Little stuff that I never thought about NOT doing, I find myself effortlessly doing. This VSG and the changes that it's brought into my life so far are unbelievable. Posted by Waning Woman at 5:12 PM Labels: a loss is a loss no matter how small, Headlights, my scale has a name and I call her bessie, NSV, post op, random musings, roses and rainbows, The Kid, VSG

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Day 55 post op My VSG is working

  ??0.8,  -0.6 from yesterday,  52.7 to date

Three is the age of my offspring, the number of times I think about cake every day, and it is also the number of consecutive days that I have lost weight!!! Woohoo!
 I just got back from seeing Headlights ( who has been a BIG support for me through this entire ordeal) and she told me that my face was getting thinner. It looks a tiny bit thinner to me, but I really don't see it. Since we've already talked about how crazy my eyes are, and because she's not one to say things lightly, I'll gladly take her word for it.

This morning I didn't have my usual protein shake because I . Am. Tired. Of. Them. Imagine 11 ozs of water with  a few vitamins and a few spoonfuls of chocolate syrup, and there you will have my approximation of what this shake tastes like. Its not bad, its just not good. Instead I had a heavenly hunk of havarti with a couple of crackers and good ole Sleevie was jocund, jovial, and joyful! Lately, Sleevie and my mouth haven't been seeing eye to eye so this armistice is roses and rainbows. Hopefully this cease fire won't  be dissolved when I wake up in the A.M.

Well, I'm off to bed.

ttyl

 

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Day 54 post op Sleevie Wonder is realer than the Tooth Fairy

  ??1.4 today, -1.2 from yesterday, 52.1 to date.

A good friend of mine had the lapband last July and she was one of the big reasons that I had surgery and I tell her all the time that she is my shero ( a she hero). She has a dedication and motivation the likes of which I rarely see. She's lost more than 80 lbs and she is now a competitive runner. In the last race that she ran, she came in 8th place of over 100 in her division. That is SO incredible. I talked to her just yesterday and she's considering training for a triathalon. My ass is lazy, I don't like to be outside (because I'm a bug weenie), and I don't have much staying power, but I think that with Sleevie and Shero on my team I'll be off to a staggering, heavy breathing good start.

Look what you can do with bargain basement photo shop skills and too much time on your hands. I need to watermark this immaculate, immaculateness because there are some conniving, thieving, copy paste, heathens

who would love to take my Sleevie away and claim him as their own. If any of you EVER see this anywhere else, immediately send a cease and desist letter, and then we'll roll up on them chumps with some eye bussin', pistola poppin, Colombian neck tyin, kick ass and take names later, ferocity.  Actually, I'm finna watermark this precious gem right now. Anway, I gotta go be a wife and a mother so I'm gonna take off my gangsta do rag and talk to you guys later.