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Post-Op Week 109: Gallbladder Eviction

This past week, I joined millions of others in the world who walk around without a gallbladder.  Do I feel better without it?  Probably.  I wasn’t miserable before it came out, but when 4 doctors in 2 years tell you it needs to come out, it probably needs to come out.  So I had it done.

The surgery went well, thank goodness because I was really nervous about it.  It was a good thing I had it done.  Apparently, my gallbladder loved my intestines so much that it was stuck to them, which caused my surgery to be a bit longer than planned.  So removing it was a good plan, as this could have caused bigger problems later on had I delayed the procedure.

I was sent home the same afternoon.  In by 10 am, out by 4 (I take a long time to recover from anesthesia, apparently).  I was home and resting comfortably by 5, able to eat soup by 7 that night with minimal nausea.  I’ve done pretty well since, but I’ve also kept my food pretty bland and low-fat.  No major issues, just a bit of soreness at the largest incisions (not unexpected).  I stopped taking my pain meds Thursday night as I haven’t needed them since.  Besides, narcotic pain medication has some pretty undesirable side effects–itching and constipation to name a couple–so when I am placed on them, I take them for as short a time period as I can bear.  I’ve been fine without them since.   I’m on restricted lifting (nothing heavier than a jug of milk), and working out is off until next month so I won’t be back in the gym until September.  I want to make sure my abdominal muscles have healed sufficiently so that I don’t cause myself to have a hernia (Lord knows I can’t afford another frickin’ surgery–this “pray you don’t get sick health plan” is bullshit, but that’s a post for another time and place).

I did have a few revelations the day of my surgery, though.

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Post-Op Week 94: Going to the Prom

I won’t lie, I didn’t take a picture this week in my usual outfit.  I am also up this week.  Way up.  I know what I did–grazed, and ate way more than I should have.  I’ll pick up again next week and take care of business.

Next week will be better.  It has to be.  I did decide this week to continue on with more vegetables and fruits since I like the way I feel when I eat them.  So today I had calabacitas (zucchini, corn and garlic cooked in a chicken broth with a little cheese), grapes, a mandarin orange, a green salad with strawberries and almonds, and some hummus on red leaf lettuce.  Tomorrow I’m having almost the same stuff, just adding carrot chips to the mix.

So anyway…

Saturday night, my school had its senior prom.  I’d chaperoned it before, and decided that I would do it again.  The group of seniors that I teach this year  and I are pretty close.  I adore all of them, even the difficult ones, and so I wanted to share this milestone with them.

Not gonna lie, I was stylin’.

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Post-Op Week 93: It Messes With Your Mind

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Slow and steady wins the race, right?   This week I went veggie heavy and it seems to have paid off.  So I’ll be doing that again this week too.  I really like how I feel when I eat veggies, so this will be something that I continue to do.

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Post-Op Week 89: Lessons From the Reset

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Well, the reset got me back down to my pre-Christmas weight, which is good.  I had to relearn the things I learned during that pre-op period, which were tough.  My doctor’s plan was very strict as pre-op plans go, so I knew the week was going to be hard.

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Post-Op Week 88: A Confession

Forgive me, body, for I have sinned.  A lot.  So I’m starting over.

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Post-Op Week 79 Progress Report: It’s Not All Sunshine and Roses, Y’all

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First week back at it and not too shabby, considering that I am now 18 months post-op.  If I can lose this amount or more each week, I will see my goal weight by Christmas.  I’m definitely learning patience right now!

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Edited: Post-Op Week 77 Progress Report: Riding the Struggle Bus

This week, my photo post is going to be late as I’ve been out of town for the holiday.  I’m still on the road at the moment–we are stopped for the night in Louisiana.
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Post-Op Week 59 Progress Report: Back to School Edition

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Not surprised by this week’s gain for a couple of reasons.  One, I am retaining water (thanks, nature, you suck); two, I rested from gym workouts this week.  I was so sore from the leg workout I did last Saturday that I was in pain for most of the week, so I decided to give my body a break.  I literally could not move for the first 3 days post-workout without yelping in pain.  What was the source of this pain, you ask?  Squats up against the wall with a balance ball.  Because the leg press machine at my gym is hard on my back (it pushes very, very uncomfortably on the small of my back), I have resorted to doing balance ball squats instead to work my quads.  It’s a better workout anyway, since I’m basically leg pressing my body weight with every repetition, and this is heavier than any plates I could put on the leg press machine and move anyway.

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Random: Who Are You and Bariatric Snacks

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  • Giant workout shirt:  check
  • Compression capris:  check
  • Ponytail pulled through a ballcap:  check
  • iPod loaded with curated workout playlists:  check
  • Knee brace, the fitness accessory all active middle-aged women are sporting this season:  check
  • Fitness monitoring gadgets (Fitbit and HRM):  check
  • Liter bottle of water, to be downed during 70 minute workout:  check
  • Inner turmoil and confusion about who this woman is, because it doesn’t look like me:  check

I swear, looking at this picture of me, I really don’t look like me.  I look at it and I can’t believe that I inhabit the body in the photo above.  I’m trying hard to get acquainted with the woman whose body I have come to inhabit, and it’s tough.  I have enjoyed getting to dress her, but getting to know her…that’s a totally different proposition altogether and a tougher task.

On an unrelated note…

There is a lady in the weekly weight loss support group I attend that complains about how she’s always hungry.  So she tells us she goes to the kitchen and gets a “bariatric snack.”  When pressed to describe what the “bariatric snack” is, she tells us it’s a bag of chips that are marketed as some sort of snack food appropriate for WLS patients.

Now here you see 3 ounces of roasted boneless skinless chicken breast.  THIS is a “bariatric snack,” not a damn bag of artificially created protein chips.  When you eat real food, you stay satisfied longer, and hey.. this only has one ingredient: chicken.

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A REAL bariatric snack: roast chicken.

 

 

Observations From the Gym and Protein Sources

A few observations while I got my fitness on tonight:

1.  Donald Sterling needs to STFU.  Don’t go talking shit about Magic Johnson and turn around in the next breath and say “I don’t talk about people, I talk about ideas.”

Yeah, like ones that should have died when slavery was abolished 150 years ago.

2.  How in the hell do people text while they use the elliptical machine?  Either they are far more skilled than I am at texting or I am working harder than they are because I am lucky if I can start the MapMyFitness app while I’m trying not to fall off the damn thing.

3.  You never know who is watching your progress.  One of the trainers pulled me aside and asked me how much weight my husband and I had lost.  She told me she noticed that both of us are significantly smaller since we started working out and that every time we come in, she noticed that we are smaller each week.  We introduced ourselves, and I told her that one day I’d be brave enough to try one of her Zumba classes.  She invited me to come to her low impact class.  I think I might give it a try.

I promised earlier that I’d make a list of the proteins I eat, in order of how well they “stick” with me–in other words, which ones provide me the most satiety for the quantity eaten.  There are some proteins that I can eat small quantities of and feel satisfied, and then there are others that it feels like I could eat endlessly and never feel satisfied.

So here’s the list.

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