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One Month post-DS

This past Thursday marked one month since my DS procedure. It flew by a lot faster than I thought it would, but the first two weeks after a major surgery that alters how you eat, drink, move, and pretty much do EVERYTHING will make you feel like time is moving at a snail’s pace.

The first two weeks were the hardest because that was when I was in the most pain. Strangely, I did not have nearly as much pain as I did with my sleeve surgery. I had a few gut spasms about the 3rd and 4th days post-op, but nothing after that. I’ve really only had one day where I struggled with getting in enough fluids and protein so I consider myself pretty lucky. At my two-week follow-up appointment, my doctor advanced my diet a week ahead of schedule and moved me from liquids to soft solids which was a surprise. I fully expected to be on liquids for a full three weeks but I was so glad I was able to move to soft solids because I returned to work after three weeks of recovery at home. Teaching all day and moving around a classroom was definitely going to require more calories than I was getting on all liquids!

I’ve changed my approach to charting progress this time around. I learned a lot about what NOT to do when I had my sleeve surgery and documented EVERYTHING. In documenting everything, I developed some unhealthy behaviors centered around eating and measuring my progress that I did not want to repeat. I decided this time, I would only step on the scale at my doctor’s office when required, and once a month otherwise. I also decided I’d snap progress photos once monthly rather than weekly since the changes would be more obvious that way.

I tend to lose weight like a snowman melts: from the top down. My face and neck have thinned out a little, and my arms are more narrow (even though it may not be obvious from these pictures). I wore a pair of pants and a pair of jeans this past week that are embarrassingly large on me now so it will be time soon to take them to be tailored to fit. I learned the hard way last time not to buy clothes so often since I didn’t stay in a size range long enough to get enough wear out of what I purchased. I know some folks say “you can thrift, or go to Goodwill while you’re in between sizes” and my response is “no thanks.” I’d rather choose something new I really enjoy wearing that makes me feel good and that I chose with intention than wear something used because I had to. I spent most of my life wearing stuff I didn’t really want to wear because I HAD to–clothes for plus-sized women were hard to come by when I was growing up, and what was available was neither stylish or age appropriate so I always HATED clothes shopping. Now that there are more choices for plus-sized women (which I will likely always be), I choose pieces for my wardrobe that are classically styled, flattering, and brightly colored. Life is too short for a boring, drab wardrobe. 🙂

My blood sugars are still running a little higher than my PCP or I would like so I was told to resume taking Mounjaro. I’m not gonna lie, the fact that it quiets the “food noise” in my brain is a lovely bonus that comes with being on the medication so I am glad she is having me resume it. It did drive my a1c down a point and a half but as of last month, it was still in the prediabetes range which is not where I want it to be. I’d like it to be in the low 5s if possible so that is something I hope will change over the next couple of months as more weight comes off. My a1c measurement is one of the ways I’m measuring progress so it is important to me that it drops into a normal range.

I also went back to the gym for the first time in months Friday night. I’d been working with a trainer up until October when she moved abroad. Then because I was in the midst of my principal internship, I did the thing I did not want to do and let my health take a backseat to everything else. I asked my doc at my 2-week follow-up when I’d be able to go back to the gym, and he indicated that I could go back then, because as he said “You’re not going to do anything to cause yourself a hernia.” In my head, I laughed because I thought, have you seen me deadlift? I decided I’d wait until a full 8 weeks have passed before I attempt to start deadlifting again. I’m going to try and make getting into the gym a habit again because I know from past experience, I know purposeful movement accelerates my weight loss. And this time I don’t want to lose muscle mass because of the malabsorption I’m experiencing due to my DS.

Life with my remodeled digestive system has been interesting to navigate so far. Because my common channel is a little longer than most folks who have a traditional DS (200 cm vs 100-150 cm), I have to be more conscious of my fat intake. I haven’t been given a set of guidelines for my daily macros yet as I was told that would come at my 6-week follow-up. I’ve been trying to consume 100-120 grams of protein daily, 50-70 grams of fat (to keep things moving through my colon and to prevent dry skin and brittle hair), and between 40-60 grams of carbs a day. I also aim for 96 oz of water daily.

On the days I eat on the high side of my fat goals, I definitely feel it. I have only eaten one thing that has caused me great GI distress, and that was instant mashed potatoes that I made here at home. Because I’m on soft foods, I’ve eaten a TON of salmon and catfish, both of which I enjoy (thankfully). I cook the catfish in foil packets with veggies–I am allowed soft-cooked vegetables–and I roast the salmon. Soft foods have presented me with a bit of a challenge in that because they are not so dense, my capacity to eat them is greater than I feel it will be once I’m released to eat more dense proteins like chicken breast. I’ve eaten ground chicken thighs and ground sirloin, neither of which have caused me any discomfort but I don’t feel the same restriction with them as I feel I will once I am able to eat a whole chicken thigh or steak. I guess I’ll have to wait and see here in a couple of weeks once I’m released to eat such things.

Something else that should be noted is the vitamin supplementation that has to happen once you’ve had a DS. The malabsorptive component to the surgery (the “switch”) all but makes it so you HAVE to take a whole host of vitamin supplements in order to maintain good health.

My vitamin regimen (as of right now) consists of:
Bari-Life Just One multivitamin with iron x 1
5000 mcg B12 sublingual
500 mg Vitamin C chewable x 2 daily
ADEK x 2 daily sublingual
100 mg B1
1500 mg calcium citrate chews (500 mg x 3 daily)
400 mg magnesium chewable
1 prebiotic/probiotic capsule
Potassium gluconate 595 mg x 1
I’ll do this until May to see what my labs look like and adjust from there. Right now I feel like I have everything covered but we’ll see what shows up in my labs in a couple of months.

I’ll try to update more often than once a month–life has been pretty busy as it’s spring semester and the school year is winding down. I’m looking forward to what month 2 post-op brings.

I’m back

It’s been a hot minute since I posted here but it felt like time to do a long-overdue update. I’ll provide the Cliffs Notes version (remember those?).

  • My sleeve worked until it didn’t. I was successful in losing over 200 pounds from my heaviest adult weight but unsuccessful in keeping it off.
  • A battle with depression and her pal anxiety helped me put back on 100 pounds. This was compounded by dealing with my mother’s diagnosis of terminal cancer.
  • After being Mom’s caretaker for almost 2 years and living with the stress that comes with assuming that role, my health was worse than it was pre-sleeve. After she passed in the spring of 2019, I decided it was long past time to regain control of my health and began losing weight again using an old tool–Weight Watchers.
  • I was pretty successful and lost 80 pounds but couldn’t get past a certain point and maintained that through most of the early days of the pandemic. The regain came slowly over the following year.
  • In the spring of 2022 after learning I would need double knee replacement surgery to fix my shot knees, I decided I needed to bite the bullet and go forward with duodenal switch surgery. This would require a change in insurance plans as my insurance policy at the time did not have bariatric surgery coverage AT ALL.
  • I had my first appointment with my surgeon that April. The surgeon I used actually worked in the office of the surgeon who did my sleeve surgery back in 2013 and was performing DS procedures then, but at the time I did not feel ready to make the commitment required and I felt that a sleeve alone would be a tool I could manage. Little did I know how wrong I was!
  • I was originally scheduled to have surgery in December, but because my insurance company dragged its feet on the pre-authorization, it was delayed two months. This was infuriating for multiple reasons: I’d just done an excruciating pre-op diet (all liquids + protein shakes), and had plenty of time off from work at the time. Delaying my surgery forced me to take FMLA which I did not want to do but alas…
  • After jumping through all the hoops my insurance made me jump through, I had my DS procedure done last Thursday. I went home Friday afternoon and am recovering well. I feel like I’m tolerating this recovery better than I did when I had my sleeve surgery done in 2013. I don’t know if that’s because I’ve done this before, because I knew what to expect, because of how I was medicated during and after surgery, or because I weighed 60 pounds less than I did when I had my sleeve done. Whatever combination of factors came together to make this recovery smoother I am grateful for because every day I have been able to drink more liquid and be more mobile.
  • I am hopeful that this tool will get me to where I want to be healthwise: free of my diabetes and better able to be more active. While I will never be a runner (according to my orthopedic surgeon), I do still want to be able to ride a bike (a trike, really; I never learned to ride a two-wheeler), swim, and walk long distances. Looking good is secondary at this point; I just want to FEEL good and be healthy so that I can live a long life. There is still so much I want to do in this life, and I want to be as healthy as I can so that I can enjoy whatever time I do have left.

I’ll try to update more than every 7 years, especially now that the journey has a different feel and path to health.

Post-Op Life: Righting the Ship

This post is going to be fairly brief, as things around these parts are crazy busy these days.  But the crazy busy is in a good way.  So I’ll do a quick drive-by update with bullet points, because it’s about all I have time for right now.

  • Gallbladder surgery went well.  My recovery was smooth and uneventful.  I did learn at my follow-up appointment that my gallbladder had stopped ejecting bile properly, and as a result, cholesterol and bile had accumulated on the inside walls of the sac.  As my surgeon said, “It was definitely time for it to come out.”  So it’s good that I had the surgery when I did.
  • I also learned that I no longer have a fatty liver.  When I had my gallbladder removed, my surgeon did a liver biopsy, as the lab work I had done on my trip to the ER in June gave him cause to want to poke around there.  The path report revealed that I no longer had evidence of fatty liver disease.  This is huge, given that on the day of my sleeve surgery a little over 2 years ago, my liver had 60% fatty infiltration.  My surgeon was thrilled to learn that my fatty liver had been resolved by my WLS.
  • Looks like I’ll be having more surgery this year.  UGH.  My right knee has decided it’s had enough of being patched together with a neoprene brace.  I’m looking at getting it scoped over Christmas so that I can have 2 weeks off my feet, and more importantly, 2 weeks with someone around who can help me!  And depending on what happens with my shoulder, there may be yet another surgery in the cards for me this year.  My left shoulder has decided it’s had enough and can’t even.  So I will be heading BACK to the ortho to find out what the hell is going on with my shoulder once I get back from being out of town this week.
  • Regain is real, y’all.   So for those of you who are early on in the process of having WLS, or who have just had it, please don’t delude yourselves into thinking, “I’m going to lose this weight FOREVER!!!!” or say stuff like “That’s ______ pounds gone FOREVER!!!!”   Or at the very least, don’t say those things without realizing that while yes, losing the weight as a result of surgical intervention is fast and seemingly easy, keeping it off is much, much more difficult.  I’ll be real with y’all–I’ve gained back about 35 pounds this past year (scary, huh?).  I know exactly why and how, and I’ve decided to go back to a devil I know to lose it.  I’ll be starting Weight Watchers online next week in an attempt to get back down to the weight I was at this time last year.  I felt good, I looked good, I slept better, and I moved around better.  I need the structure that the WW program provides because clearly I can’t provide it for myself right now.  Also?  All I have ever tried to do in my life is lose weight.  I’ve never known how to maintain it.  Losing weight is something I am good at; maintenance is not.  I’m scared I’ll never learn how to maintain a weight I can live with.  So in the meantime, I’ll be back to weight loss mode so that I can at least have a shot at feeling good about how I look and feel again.

Well, that’s all I’ve got time for…work and meal prep are calling.

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 108: Surgery Again…

If ever there was a week for my insurance company to make money off of me, last week was it.  Of course this week is looking pretty good too since my gallbladder surgery is tomorrow.  Thankfully, it’s only a day surgery so I should be home tomorrow afternoon if all goes well.  My surgeon (another doctor in my bariatric surgeon’s office) seems to think it will be fine.

I had all manner of doctors’ appointments last week, some of which were routine maintenance, and some of which were prep for surgery.

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Post-Op Week 106: Revisiting the Pre-Op Diet

So it’s been 2 years since my VSG surgery, and I’m on the brink of a second surgery.

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Post-Op Week 102: Acceptance and Moving Forward

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It’s been a couple of weeks since I updated anything regarding post-op life, so here is one.

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Post-Op Week 100: 100 Days of Summer

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My 100 days of summer started yesterday.  I donned my summer uniform (tan, shorts, polo or t-shirt, sandals of some sort) and spent most of the day outside with my husband.  Getting to spend time in the sun has done wonders for me.  I am happier than I have been in a while, and dare I say, hopeful about what this summer is going to bring.

I’ve gained weight back.  I know this.  I see it in the picture above.  I feel it in how snugly my jeans and skirts fit these days.  I feel it in how clingy my t-shirts are around my midsection.   I know this because  I’m puffy in places I haven’t been puffy in quite some time.  I’m not pleased with this, but I know what needs to happen, and I’m working on the steps I need to take to right myself.

I’ve revised my goal weight, because I think that my original goal is unreachable and unreasonable.  Without plastic surgery to remove the extra skin around my belly, I will always have a gut and the love handles to match.  This is a hard and fast fact of life.  It is something I am going to have to learn to accept, whether I want to or not.  It is also something I am going to have to learn to tone up so that it’s not quite so inner tube-y.  I have my age and aging skin working against me as well.  I will simply have to do the best I can with what I have.

I am also going to have to figure out new movement goals for myself, since my original goals will not be attainable given the health of my knees.  I will likely never be able to play tennis or softball again.  I will also likely not be able to run again.  Both of these things are heartbreaking to me, as they were all things I’d hoped to be able to do once I lost weight.  And now that my knees are in terrible shape (well not NOW, they always were; it’s just way more evident now), I have to find new movement goals to aim at.  It’s tough because I am still so set on wanting to do the things I’d originally set out to do, and now I cannot do them.  It infuriates me, and aiming for other movement goals makes me feel like I’ve settled.  And I don’t like to settle for anything.

The plan for these 100 days of summer is to spend as much time as possible in the sun, the pool and the gym.  I need to recharge my batteries, reset my behavior, and rejuvenate my soul.  I need to clear my head of all the obstacles I’ve placed in front of Me 2.0 so that she can get to her new goal.

Post-Op Week 99: The Prodigal Patient

I know it’s been a couple of weeks since I last wrote anything here.  And as this is one of the ways I hold myself accountable, well…let’s just say I haven’t felt much like doing that lately.

This is going to be a quick post for a few reasons:

  • I have a bag full of grading to do.  It’s the end of the school year, and I’m bound and determined to finish grades tonight so that all I have to do is grade final exams.
  • I don’t much feel like writing anything.

A couple of weeks ago I was able to make it back to one of my support group meetings since my Rotary Club didn’t have a meeting that week.  It was really odd going back since it had been so long (9 months).  I was a bit fearful and I suppose I felt that way because I felt like I would be judged.  I was also fearful because I was afraid there wouldn’t be anyone I knew there.  Gee, it felt just like it did the first time I went to one of those meetings!  I saw one of the ladies who was a regular in the group before and joked that I’d been the Prodigal Patient, because that’s what I felt like going back to that meeting.

The meeting was led by an intern, not Dr. Ashmore.  This was slightly disappointing because I wanted to talk with him directly about setting up an appointment to see him.  I guess I will have to do that once I am back from the travel I am about to head out on.

It felt odd being back because of my long absence.  There were four folks there that I remember from before so I didn’t feel completely uncomfortable.  This particular meeting didn’t have any structure to it, so I felt lost.  I didn’t feel like going back gave me what I needed.  And at this point, I am not sure what I need from a support group.  I don’t even know what my goals are at this point.

I feel like I need to kick my own ass back into gear but have little to no motivation to do it.   I feel like I need to set new goals but I don’t know what to aim for.

When I joked about feeling like the Prodigal Patient, I wasn’t kidding.  If you don’t know the story of the Prodigal Son, here’s a good summary.

Like the Prodigal Son wasted what his father gave him, I feel like I’ve squandered the opportunity I’ve been given to get my health in order.  And for no good reason either.  I’m really angry about this, although even if there was a good reason for what has happened, I’d probably still be angry about it.  And I am angry with myself.  There is no one to be angry with but me.  This is entirely my fault and it is up to me to fix it.  But how?

I feel very, very, very lost and the only way I know how to calm the anxiety about this lost feeling is to self-medicate with food.  I wish I would self-medicate with exercise instead.  At least then I’d be in better shape than I am now.  :/

I need to find another way to do this because it’s not working.  My clothes are not fitting right and I’m starting to have aches where I didn’t before.  Neither of these things are good and they don’t make me feel good about myself either.

I’m considering the solution that everyone always has in this situation:  go back to basics.  Which for me means going back to pre-op diet world, and in these next three weeks that is not practical for me.  Starting Tuesday of next week, I am on the road for 11 days on a trip for work.  I will not have access to a refrigerator or have much control over what food is served me as there will be catering each day.  So I will just move as much as possible and keep things as simple as possible while I’m gone and hope that I don’t put on any more weight than I’ve already done.  I can do basics once I’m back home and have much, much more control over my environment.

I feel like I’m crawling to Friday.  I see myself in my head on hands and knees, crawling toward an end.  It’s a bleak image in my head, but it accurately reflects how I feel right now.

I just want the mojo I had about this whole process a year and a half ago back.  That’s all.

Post-Op Week 97: Failing vs. Failure

I haven’t felt much like taking pictures of myself the past couple of weeks because I haven’t made any progress.  If anything, I have regressed.

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With regard to my self-care, this is how I have felt the past few months. I am trying hard to plant my feet in the “I am failing” camp rather than the “I am a failure” camp.  I am failing myself right now but am trying to take small steps back toward being successful again.  I don’t see myself as a failure yet, which is good.  But I know I am failing.  And rather than pretend like everything is sunshine and rainbows along this path to health, I’m just going to say it: I’ve sucked at taking care of myself the past 6 months.  There, I said it.

I AM NOT DOING WELL RIGHT NOW.

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