tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70742521253800286032024-02-19T07:50:46.336-05:00Heart On My (Gastric) SleeveExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-28997131667846424692012-02-15T22:20:00.002-05:002012-02-15T22:20:51.550-05:00Insatiable ...I’m not so sure I want this blog to be ONLY about my weight loss journey – because there are many more facets to who and what I am than the number on the scale. As for the weight loss part – I will say I’m 114lbs down in less than 5 months, and I am pleased. My wife is a little over 40 lbs down since her journey began in December.<br />
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I’m feeling … rather unsatisfied lately. When it comes to my marriage, I don’t think it’s possible to be any happier than I am right now – and every day that happiness, love and adoration grows to new depths. I’m happy with the strides I’m making with the weight loss – and what I’ve accomplished so far. I’m happy with my life as it stands – the life outside of the 9-5 workday. Sure, we all wish we had a little more dough in the bank account, but I have very little debt and have all of my bills paid early – which is a blessing in this economy. My job is a different story – I’d rather be getting a wire coat hanger vasectomy then walking into my office every day.<br />
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My grandmother always told me that my head was in the clouds. I spent days dreaming of what COULD be. My passions are sometimes too big to fit into the picture of my finances or my life now, and that is incredibly frustrating. I want to travel. I want to taste and see and do and feel and experience and LIVE!!! Spending 10 hours a day stuck in a cubicle plugging away at mindless tasks day in and day out – is draining me of my joy. I want to retire in a little vineyard side cottage in Venice or Tuscany … eating gelato for breakfast and watching the sun rise and set from my window. I can hear my Grams now … in my head … GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE CLOUDS!!! But why? Why are my dreams and aspirations SO unrealistic? Why does everything I have passion for seem like it would be easier to step into my closet and end up in Narnia? Why do we live in a time when glittering vampires are more real than having a comfortable retirement and traveling the world?<br />
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I’m planning a trip to Italy to take place in 5 years …. The hard part is being able to convince myself to catch my return flight home. May just have to miss that sucker.<br />
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I’ve got to find a way to discover my joy in my life. As I said before, I am married to the best woman in the world. My life with her is more than I could have ever imagined a marriage to be. We argue MAYBE once a year … and it’s usually my fault. LOL. Ok … it’s ALWAYS my fault. I just wish I could feel that level of happiness in the rest of my life. I’m feeling the shortness of life as I approach 30 – and there are so many things I want to do.<br />
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I need a long lost LOADED relative who I’ve never met to leave me a bazillion dollars. Let’s make that happen.ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-62595958643477871582012-01-07T18:07:00.000-05:002012-01-07T18:07:42.345-05:00HUGE Milestone!!!Today is the day I lost my 100th pound. I feel absolutely fantastic. My wife is also doing great after her sleeve. She's lost a little over 30lbs so far. I am BEYOND proud of her. Shes feeling great as she navigates different foods and re-learns how to eat. It definitly helps that she has someone whose already walked this road. Together, we can accomplish anything.<div><br />
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WAY TO GO, BABE!!!ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-39432199055241980842011-12-25T22:05:00.000-05:002011-12-25T22:05:16.748-05:00ResolutionsTis the season of new beginnings. There is an aura of hope in the air. Expectation for something new, shiny and exciting. This is the time when we shake off all the dust and grime from the year before and anxiously step into a new year with hopes of it being the best year yet. This is the time for resolutions, promises and goals. Lose weight, stop smoking, do more for yourself, spend more time with your family … you know the drill. January 1st comes around, and we lay down the cookies, or the cigarettes or whatever the vice is. We may even take the clothes hanging on the treadmill and throw them aside and give that bad boy a whirl. January 6th comes – we hit up McDonalds – maybe buy that pack of Marlboro’s – stating stress, this or that as the reason. By February, January’s hopes are nothing but distant memories.<br />
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I can’t help but think how this year will be different for me. Stop smoking? Already did. Lose weight? I’d say 94lbs in 13 weeks is pretty damn good. Check. All of the generic cookie cutter resolutions don’t seem to fit into my plans this year. This year is unlike any other. <br />
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I think to my past eating habits, try to remember what it was like to be trapped inside a 409lb cocoon. I remember things like eating in secret. I’d go to Taco Bell and order $15 worth of taco-y goodness – but only through the drive through. Then I’d pull over and eat a little, chuck the wrappers in the trash – then bring the then half empty bag into wherever I was going, so it seemed as if I only ordered 2 or 3 items – instead of the 5 or 6 I actually did. I remember going to restaurants and feeling like all eyes were on the fat guy. I couldn’t help but feel like there was some policy to notify the kitchen when I’d arrive, “All hands on deck! Fatty McFattigan is in the building!!!” I remember what it was to be shamed. To feel unworthy as those who were fit and skinny. I know what it is to feel like I don’t belong somewhere because I was morbidly obese. <br />
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I watch now, from the other side, the people like me. The secret eaters, the shameful scarfers, the ones trapped behind layers of tissue – just SCREAMING to get out, but they can’t find their way. <br />
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My very existence post op – my fitness – my weight, is for them to see. Look at what I was. Look at what I am. Look at what I will become. YOU TOO can do this. I’m half tempted to glue a sign to my ass ‘Ask me how I lost a whole person off my midsection!!’<br />
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What is my New Years Resolution? To love myself. To learn to love this thinning, sagging, HEALTHY heap that I have become. Learn to love every piece of skin – no matter the level of sag. My resolution is to love myself in such a way that has people noticing – and coming to ask ‘How’d you do it?’ My resolution is to save even one life this year by professing the wonders of this tool. My resolution is to be a living and breathing example of what a second chance at life is all about. <br />
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Stop smoking? Lose weight? Surface resolutions. We’re changing lives over here.ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-25730470126460375112011-12-09T08:58:00.002-05:002011-12-09T08:58:26.649-05:002.5 months.I never seem to find the time to update this even though I keep telling myself I will. Ah, good intentions.<br />
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Anyway – 2.5 months post op – 85lbs down. I feel healthy and fantastic. I’ve went from a 6o” waist to a 46” in that time. From 4xl PJ pants to a regular ole XL. Fantastic feeling – to be able to go to a place like WalMart and actually find something that fits. Shirts went from a 4xl to a 2xl for the most part. I’ve lost bout 30+ inches. I’m noticing I graze at work throughout the day. It’s nothing unhealthy – usually nuts and dried cranberries, but I don’t want to get into the habit of shoving things in my face throughout the day. My meals seem wholesome thus far. A typical day is egg for breakfast with a slice of cheese, protein shake on the way to work (around noon time), nuts and dried berries munched on until dinner break at 5:00pm – which is usually something protein rich like tuna or something of the sort with a small slice of bread (a flat mini 50 calorie thingy), after dinner between then and the time I go home I’m usually munching on some more mixed nuts/berries and cheese sticks with pepperoni slices. After work, wine is a must have and it’s usually a small snack/micro meal.<br />
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Writing it out, it really isn’t all that bad – but I feel like I can have to potential to eat too many nuts. LOL – You won’t hear me saying something like that every day …<br />
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I have a bowflex at home I’m cranking out some workouts on and have began to walk/job from time to time. I’m not as motivated to work out as I’d like to be – but I’m working on it. Work has been stressing me out beyond anything – and it seems to be robbing me of my motivation and energy, so I’ve really got to isolate that and get on it.<br />
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Sagging … it’s happening. All over. My ass. My inner thighs. My arms. MY ABDOMEN. Saggy McSaggerton here, at your service. I’m certain I’ll be able to take flight at some point with my wing span, like a sugar glider. That may be actually fantastic. I’m not concerned with any area except my stomach. One day, I’d like to take my shirt off at the beach and not feel like I’m wearing a hefty bag of skin – so I’m hoping I can do that myself through exercise and hydration – but I am not opposed to surgery. Time will tell. I have a surgeon in mind here in Florida who I’m planning on getting a few quotes from just for reference, so I know exactly how much in the hole I’ll be when the time comes.<br />
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My wife is having her sleeve on 12/19 – and she starts liquids this coming Monday. I can’t even begin to express how excited I am for her! This is going to change her life and her health. She is currently a diabetic – and I know since she is so newly diagnosed, she has about a 95% chance of her diabetes being completely reversed – which is amazing.<br />
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This is the best Christmas gift we could have given eachother – the gift of life and love. The gift of knowing that we will be able to be around for eachother even longer than before.<br />
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2012 is going to be our best year yet and I’ve never been so excited or felt as accomplished as I do right now.ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-44987667218457471102011-11-07T23:47:00.000-05:002011-11-07T23:47:40.303-05:007 week update...7 weeks out today - and 70 lbs down. How insane. This has been one hell of an amazing journey.<br />
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I returned to work last Tuesday. The first week was very hard. I stayed very tired after only 1/2 of my full shift. Not ideal, but I know it will get better as time goes.<br />
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Food wise, I can eat about anything - just obviously not a lot of it. I'm doing ok on protein most days - doing decently on calories 3/4 of the time. My real struggle is drinking enough. I know I am dehydrated, because I'm lucky to get 20oz in - which is not even close to being good, so I've got to work on that.<br />
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Life in general is good. I have my life back. I can walk, I can run up the stairs and not get winded. I am off of all prescription medication. High blood pressure: cured. Sleep apnea: cured. High Cholesterol: cured. Depression/Anxiety: cured. I am, for the first time, secure in myself. I feel like I can do anything.<br />
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My birthday is 11/9 - and this is the best gift I've ever given myself. No regrets.ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-74824352900981388072011-10-23T01:52:00.000-04:002011-10-23T01:52:33.468-04:00One Month SurgiversaryWell, Wednesday was my 1 month Surgiversary ... on Wednesday, I had a total of 57lbs lost and 20 inches gone. As of today - you can move that 57 up to 60lbs gone total. I'm a little sick, but feeling great when it comes to my stomach. One little downside is I can't swallow large pills. I have a blood disorder that makes me VERY prone to infection. I currently have an infection in a lymph node in my neck ... something I had surgery for in March, but has returned. Doc put me on some hardcore antibiotics ... but in liquid form. I went to CVS to pick up said liquid .... 9 ... as in NINE HUGE bottles (16oz) of liquid antibiotics. 4 teaspoons 2x a day. The flavor isn't bad ... it isn't good, but it isn't bad. It burns a tad though ... like, my esophagus and tummy. It's also a LOT to take in. I use a medicine syringe so I'm not swallowing in a lot ... but it's 4 medicine syringes worth. Bleh. I'm drinking an EAS protein shake right after and it's coating my throat and I'm definitely not feeling like I just swallowed a lava ball. LOL<br />
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Now, back to surgery and whatnot. I can eat about anything. I had some Sushi for dinner last night. For some reason the Nori didn't sit right, so I unrolled it and removed the nori, and it went down well. I can't eat it in a bite or two like normal, I cut it into 1/4's and use a fork ... and chew chew chew. Still ... amazing. I don't eat red meat, so I can't attest to that. Most people say red meat is hard on the sleeve. I've tried some chicken. Depending on how it's cooked is that matters. If it's dry ... not even a chance at being a pleasant experience. If it's very moist and soft, it's not bad as long as I chew chew chew. Seems to be the story of my life. LOL. <br />
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Long story even longer ... this gift I gave myself ... this surgery ... this fantastic tool, has not only changed my life - but saved it. I am off all prescription meds (other than my gallons of antibiotics). My sleep apnea is about non existent. My wife said I barely snore, and I don't stop breathing in my sleep. For months, I couldn't walk more than a few minutes. Now, I walk circles around my wife. I can grocery shop, walk the mall, anything I want. I can go anywhere. I still have some back pain - but it's a different kind of pain. It's my body having to adjust to the new weight.<br />
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I find that my perception of portion sizes has changed. I am AMAZED at how much people eat. I was at the grocery store the other day and saw this family. Mom and Dad were absolutely Huge ... their children - also morbidly obese. Like ... to the 11th degree. As I walked by with my cart of protein shakes, vegetarian 'meat' and tofu - I sneaked a peek at their cart. It was full to the brim with processed garbage. Pizza rolls, chips, cookies, frozen pizzas, frozen lasagna, pop tarts ... My heart began to hurt. I thought, My God ... I used to be them. I used to be as lost as they are. I used to fill my cart with nothing but SHIT. I used to put SHIT in my body and could never come to grips with why my body and my life turned to SHIT. I sat there, in the middle of the store, tears rolling down my face - thanking God for a 2nd chance at life. My prayer was that they, too, have their eyes opened to health before it's too late. <br />
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I have never felt so free, so liberated, so in control. I went and applied to take some college courses ... something I'd NEVER do when I was so fat I couldn't walk the campus. I walked all over that campus yesterday - no pain. Up and down stairs, passing by the elevators. This is truly a new beginning. One I am more thankful for than I could ever really express.<br />
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Enjoy some before and afters! I know I am enjoying the afters a hell of a lot more than I ever enjoyed the befores!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I'll be a month post op this coming Wednesday. I'm down a total of 56 lbs and feeling great. My energy level is better after incorporating some vitamins into my diet. I've been walking some and whatnot - but I'm ready to get more active. I have P90X that I've NEVER used ... and tomorrow is the day. I'm starting P90X ... and hoping I don't fall over and croak or bust through my floor. LOL</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I'm able to eat about anything. I just graduated to regular foods ... although some still don't sit as great as others. At the moment, I'm nibbling on baby carrots and a touch of hummus. It's the first raw veggie I've had since surgery, and it's sitting very well in my stomach. I'm looking forward to a small salad within the next couple of days. Dinner tonight was a little piece of broiled lemon pepper catfish with a little side of some green beans mixed with reduced fat feta and kidney beans.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I managed about 1/3 of the small filet of fish and a few mini forkfuls of the veggies and I was full. It was delish. I ate a little too fast and that caused some minor discomfort, but I was able to walk it off and now feel fine. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I've been noticing I am feeling sort of hungry ... not like I used to, but just like ... I really should eat something. LOL. I feel most 'hungry' in the morning when I wake up, and it doesn't take much to make me feel satisfied. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">In the beginning, I questioned my decision to get sleeved since I had so much pain and discomfort .... but now I love this sleeve. I love love LOVE it. I love the restriction. I love the weight loss. I love the way I can move and how I feel. I LOVE THAT I CAN SEE MY FEET ... (among other things ...............:o ). This is the best decision I have EVER made for myself. My wife is getting more excited for her sleeve surgery in December. We can't help but think of how fantastic our lives will be after it's all over.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">We're planning a vow renewal ceremony (since we just ran off an eloped alone at the courthouse), and we're even going to take ballroom dance lessons next year after her sleeve and we both lean up some more, so our first dance can be something spectacular. If you would have told me a year ago I'd be considering ballroom dancing, I'd have told you that you had stones in your head. I have my life back. I'm in control of it - not food, not my stomach. ME. As it should be. </span></span><br />
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I don't know what it is - or what has me so blah and moody. Vitamin wise, I'm taking a multi vitamin and also taking a calcium chew. I bought some sub lingual B-12's, but haven't started them yet. I also have a prescription refill of Vitamin D I haven't picked up yet. I wonder if the B-12 and D is why I'm feeling shit-tastic.<br />
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Either way, it's unpleasant. I'm quiet and irritable ... kind of like a man period. My weight loss is sitting at 53lbs and not budging very fast at all. Still though, 53lbs in a month is nothing to sneeze at - so I'm trying to be proud of where I am.<br />
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Even though I'm whiny and grumpy - I still don't regret my sleeve. I'm learning to love the restriction (most of the time anyway), and looking forward to this stall being OVER.ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-18732091134924347602011-10-08T23:39:00.001-04:002011-10-08T23:39:21.315-04:00Vomiting 2 days in a row. UGH!UGH ... So, I threw up yesterday after a little bit of mashed potato ... and threw up tonight after a bit of hummus and cheese on a low carb tortilla. I'm trying to get more calories and protein in ... but failing miserably. I've decided to take a step back on my diet and go back to soups for a couple of days. I'm not going to puree them - but I know they will be easier on the sleeve. I think I may be eating too fast - causing the vomiting. It feels like it's more the contents of my esophagus coming up rather than the contents of my stomach ... as there's not a lot of gagging right before the initial hurl. It's more a heavy cough and POOF - there it comes.<br />
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I've been feeling very tired and weak/drained lately. I know it's cause I'm not getting in what I need. I'm going to resume all vitamins I can tomorrow and try to really get in more protein and take it easy on activity.<br />
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Even after all of this - I still love my sleeve. I haven't weighed in days. My wife re-hid the scale and I have NO idea where it is. I'm going to weigh on Monday though ... and pray I am at least a pound or two down out of this stall.<br />
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I hope everyone else is well. I'm going to try to rest and get some energy back.<br />
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Namaste.ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-12190061404128194762011-10-05T21:44:00.002-04:002011-10-05T21:44:29.781-04:00A whole new world ...I went grocery shopping alone for the first time in a while. Usually, my wife handled that because my back hurt too much to walk the store.<br />
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It is VERY different experience shopping for a bariatric tummy. I'm having a hard time having meat - so I picked up some tofu for the protein. I've honestly never had tofu before - but I'm looking forward to playing around with it.<br />
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I'm feeling like I wish I could eat more. I know that sounds crazy, but I can barely get in more than a few bites before having some discomfort ... and I just wish I could get more in so I can have a fair shot at getting in protein and whatnot.<br />
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Other than having a micro-tummy ... I'm doing pretty fantastically. No real regrets - just a few bouts of general blahness about not being able to eat at all - but I know it will come in time.<br />
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Hope everyone is well.ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-208532587727046902011-10-04T21:44:00.001-04:002011-10-04T21:44:40.091-04:00Ah ... the dreaded STALL ... I've been expecting you.Here I am - smack dab in my dreaded 3 week stall. Damn it all. I knew it was coming - I even had my wife hide the scale ... only for me to rummage around the house and find it today ... weigh in and become DISGUSTED. UGH UGH UGH!!! I hate this stall. I've gone from 355 to 358 down to 357 and staying within those 3 lbs up and down.<br />
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I'm not allowing myself a pity party about it. I've still lost 50lbs in less than 3 weeks - and that's TREMENDOUS! I know that I've got to adjust my diet and activity level. In these first few weeks after surgery, I wasn't counting ANYTHING calorie or protein wise. I was just focusing on getting in what ever I could manage to get in.<br />
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I KNOW that I'm not getting in NEARLY enough protein and I know I got in too many carbs this weekend with my mom's birthday and having a few mushed up bites of cake. I also know I'm not exercising enough, and I've got to step it up. So, starting tomorrow - I'm going to REALLY try to get in at least HALF of my daily protein and watch what I eat and make it a point to walk walk walk or ride the bike. My office has a gym, so I may sneak in there and work out while I drop my wife off to work, since we work in the same place. I just have to be shady because I'm not returning until November 1st.<br />
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All in all, I am doing well. Loving life - learning what I can and cannot eat and how much is too much. I haven't vomited once at all ... even when I had surgery - even though I've come close. I'm looking forward to taking my body to the next level and learning to live with this very temperamental sleeve. LOL.<br />
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One thing I have noticed is a hard time handling cheese. I haven't really drank cow's milk ... as I mainly drink almond milk, but I've noticed a very queasy feeling after cheese. Doc said it's possible to become intolerant of lactose post op, but it can also be temporary too. He said if I'm still having issues in a month or so, then to move to a product like Lactaid to help.<br />
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I hope you all are well!ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-26321726317582386792011-10-03T11:41:00.002-04:002011-10-03T11:41:13.939-04:0050lbs down ...Hey all, I know I've been M.I.A. lately. This weekend was a surprise 50th birthday party for my Mom that I've been planning for a year - so I've been busy the past week with the final touches. It went FANTASTIC!<br />
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Anywho, on to gastric happenings ... I'm down 50lbs since 9/13/11 when I began the liquid diet. I'm feeling great with the weight loss. It is definitely starting to slow down and I'm approaching the dreaded stall. I've made a habit of weighing every day ... multiple times, and I've got to stop. Yesterday, I was 355, today 356.8 ... then back down again I'm sure after I crap. LOL. Either way, I was expecting the stall - especially as I've started different food phases, and I KNOW I'm not getting in enough protein - so it's to be expected. I'm not going to flip out about it and not weigh again until next Monday for my own sanity. I just had my wife remove the scale from the bathroom and hide it while I'm typing this ...<br />
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Foods are going ok - I haven't thrown up at all - even after surgery. I'm doing better getting liquids in ... I'm getting in about 40oz a day ... which isn't where I need to be, but better than where I was.<br />
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So far, everything is going well ... and despite not being able to eat more than a bite or two - I'm loving my sleeve and glad I did this. It's been, by far, the hardest thing I've ever done - but so glad I did it. :)ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-50985714461307884112011-09-24T20:38:00.003-04:002011-09-27T21:34:33.453-04:00My mind is BLOWN!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">When I started my liquid diet (last Tuesday) ... I was 406. The day I left the hospital (this past Wednesday), I was at 386. I just weighed today ... 371.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">35lbs lost in like 11 days. WHAT???</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">CRAZY!!!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I've been having a hard time this week wondering if I did the right thing ...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">The answer is YES. YES I DID!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, Calibri, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Also, today is the first day of NO PAIN MEDICINE! Looking forward to going out with the Mrs. tomorrow - just for a drive and to get out of the house for a while. God is so good.</span>ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-26718340601750147952011-09-23T18:52:00.000-04:002011-09-23T18:52:53.352-04:00Summary of my Gastric Sleeve experienceWell, surgery was this past Monday. My wife and I arrived at Physicians Regional Hospital in Naples, FL at 6:30 Monday morning. I was processed into preop and surgery was set to start at 8:15am. I had an IV started, a shot of Heprin in my abdomen (for blood clots .... quite painful shot), and met with the surgeon and his team. Everyone was incredibly professional and caring. Dr. Bass answered all my questions and the anesthesiologist was very thorough in explaining his roll in the procedure. My wife and mother were there with me until I was wheeled into the O.R.<br />
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Once in the O.R., I got a shot of morphine to mellow me out and was strapped down to the operating bed - and a little freaked out. Before I knew it - I was out cold. The whole procedure took about 2 hours. I had some bleeding and breathing complications - but it wasn't anything they were unable to control, and their fast response was fantastic.<br />
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I woke up in recovery so confused and being moved upstairs to my room. I remember being in a tremendous amount of pain and having the breathing bag on me with someone pumping it. I didn't like that. They had to roll me on my side to slip a board under me to get me in my bed - and I wailed the whole time. The pain was incredible. As soon as I was in bed and had oxygen on and my heart monitors hooked up - I was given a hefty dose of morphine and dilaudid and all was well with the world.<br />
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Day one was spent in and out of a drug induced state, I got up and walked a little - and got more drugs. I was unable to even have ice chips, so I used mouth moistening swabs to help with cotton mouth. I had some friends come to see me during that evening - and it was great.<br />
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Day two started off with a leak test. I was wheeled down to x-ray and had to lay flat for some belly pics, then drink some NASTY barium. It was clear and thick - and left a HORRIBLE taste in my mouth. So, I stood with my back on a plate and had a curved x-ray thing moving up and down against my stomach as I drank 2 large sips of the nastiness. I got to watch on a monitor the barium travel down my esophagus and into my stomach - then deposit into my small intestine. Very weird! I was cleared - no leaks!<br />
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Day 3, I met with Dr. Bass and got the OK to get off oxygen. I had my drain removed (super freaky feeling), and was cleared for take off. I made the hour long trip back home.<br />
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First night at home was HELL. I was warned it would be - but it still sucked SO much ass. The pain meds they send you home with are no comparison to what you have while in there.<br />
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So far, I've lost 20lbs - and I haven't weighed since Wednesday. I don't plan on weighing until I get to the surgeon for a followup next Thursday.<br />
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I'm feeling ok. Still some pain, and having a VERY hard time getting in fluids - but I'm praying it gets better every day.ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-11014368980062347442011-09-19T02:42:00.002-04:002011-09-19T02:42:16.656-04:00Here we go!!!We're leaving for the hospital in about 3 hours ... and I could just fall over dead. I'm getting super nervous and have wicked heart burn. I made sure to shampoo my belly hair in the shower so I'm squeaky clean for the doc. LOL.<br />
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The hospital is about an hour away ... and I have to be there at 6:45. I feel like I'm going to have a damn stroke before I even get there. I've been talking to the Man upstairs all night - pretty much giving Him everything short of a Power Point Presentation of WHY exactly he should keep me around.<br />
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Everyone's kind words have really touched my heart. My wife packed her laptop (it's much smaller and lighter than mine), so I'll be sure to post asap. I also plan on posting a video from my iPhone (as long as the hospital has decent WiFi) - so check it from time to time.<br />
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See you on the losers bench!ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-28361017348935078592011-09-09T21:30:00.002-04:002011-09-09T21:30:53.987-04:00It's not you … it's me.So my wife had her first consult with Dr. Bass today, and I was there for moral support for her as she was for me. I had thought last night I might ask if I could move up my surgery by a week since my insurance was approved a little faster than expected ...<br />
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I didn't sleep all night wondering what the Dr. would say ...<br />
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Groggy and frazzled, I asked ... and they accepted! My surgery is now scheduled for 9/19!!! I start my liquid diet this Monday ... and I'm ready. I'm nervous about it ... my addiction is suddenly gone in a few days and I've got to face that - but I'm prepared and stoked!!<br />
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This is the last weekend of 'food freedom' I'll ever have, as I start liquid pre op on Monday. I am approaching this, oddly enough, with mixed feelings. I'm not doubting the surgery or anything, or even doubting my ability to adhere to the strict guidelines - I think it's more that I am beginning to mourn the life long relationship I've had with food. Part of me feels it's HOARD time and to stuff in what I can this weekend ... part of me is ready for Monday to get here already. I've talked it over with my wife and have come to this conclusion ... whatever happens this weekend - it will be guilt free. If I have a little (or a lot) too much of whatever - it's ok. I'm not going to continue the cycle of negativity and self hatred that we all have been used to. Will I drink in excess this weekend ... you bet your sweet ass I will. Will I enjoy one last liason with my illicit love affair with sweet sugary sensations ... perhaps I will, and that's ok.<br />
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I have never felt more in control. It's no longer a question of IF I'll ever lose this weight. It's now WHEN. I know, come Monday morning - I regain control of my life. I take the reigns back and steer myself in the direction I see myself going in to - and not having to settle on ANYTHING anymore.<br />
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Good bye, my old love. It's not you ... it's me.ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-78422714366816806672011-09-07T11:11:00.002-04:002011-09-07T11:13:19.354-04:00Insurance FINALLY did somethin' right!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My surgeon's office just called me about submitting my paperwork through for approval ...<br />
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I'm so excited I could just about shit. Well ... not that drastic, but close enough. I was TERRIFIED something was going to go wrong and they would give me the runaround ... but I can rest easy for the next 19 days and know it's really going to happen. God is so good.</span>ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-13886577790209028712011-09-07T02:15:00.000-04:002011-09-07T02:15:51.102-04:0020 days ...One thing's for sure, nothing makes a person more aware of their weight and their level of fattness than this process for surgery. With Aetna's 3 month hoop jumping, I've never been more aware of my size ... and never been more depressed by it. I think, what in my life allowed me to get this out of control with eating? What part of me shut down reason when the scale stayed on an upward climb? How could I, am man of reason, justify getting this big? The truth is ... I can't.<br />
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I stand now, feeling naked in a crowd, and face my embarassment. I lay it all out there. Yes, I am morbidly obese. I am currently the fattest I have ever been. But that's not the end of my story. This is not the end of the road. I've reached a fork ... and not one with a mountain of food on the other end of it. On one side, I have the sleeve ... and health, happiness, all I ever wanted. On the other side, I have food ... every unhealthy and sinfully delicious indulgence I could ever imagine - calling my name. Beckoning me to come closer and have one more bite.<br />
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In 20 days, I will leave that all behind, and I can hardly wait. I'm trying to wrap my brain around no longer being a slave to the drive through or no longer being a slave to my stomach. I've been having an illicit love affair with food ... and I've just ended that relationship. I know I'll have never felt more free than I will when I wake up and it's done. <br />
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I've been struggling with weekend pigouts ... I can feel myself mindlessly shoveling in the goods ... knowing I'm only giving in to my addiction, and it's my brain's way of hanging on to that ONE MORE BITE ... before it's all over. The first part is admitting there is a problem ... that's the hardest.<br />
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Hi. I'm Josh ... and I'm an addict. I've battled in my past with an addiction to cocaine ... and I tell you what, that's much easier to drop than a Big Mac. I've been clean and sober 3 years (in 10 days), and haven't looked back once. I pray I can do the same with food and never look back to where I was.<br />
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20 days until the rest of my life begins - bring it on …ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-32254419610923729092011-08-30T22:54:00.001-04:002011-08-30T22:54:10.683-04:00Ticking the days away....27 days until surgery. I can’t believe it’s almost here! I just called my employer’s insurer today to set up my claim for FMLA and Short Term Disability as I plan to take a full month off of work to get acclimated to my sleeve. All of my meetings with the nutritionist are over until after surgery – and I’ve got to call my PCP tomorrow to set up an appointment for pre op blood work and an EKG. This is all so surreal, I can’t believe it’s almost that time.<br />
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In everything I do, I keep thinking … next time around, this won’t be so hard. This weekend, I was climbing my fat ass all over furniture hanging pictures in our new loft and panting like a dog in the sun. All I kept thinking was – in a few months, this won’t be as hard. When dealing with the hot Florida summer, I think – next summer – it won’t be so hard. Next summer – will be the best summer of my life, I think. I’ll be able to ENJOY life – enjoy the sun and the surf – and I will never be the same.<br />
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My wife has made the decision to get sleeved as well. She was recently diagnosed with type 2 diabetes – and that basically decided for her. She will be having her surgery sometime in mid-December as she begins her 3 month hoop jumping process on September 8th. I can’t begin to think of the positive impact this will have on our marriage – we both will be on the same road to health and be able to stand firm and support eachother, making our bond even stronger. I can’t wait to experience life with her and be able to have the child-free fun loving travel filled marriage we have always dreamed of. As these days dwindle down towards the chopping block, I am at peace and know in my heart – this is a gift and a blessing that I receive whole heartedly and open handedly.<br />
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Life. Is. Good.ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-91335001008986415542011-08-17T22:49:00.000-04:002011-08-17T22:49:13.592-04:0040 days and 40 nights…... until surgery. While I was sitting at my desk pouting about the length of time until I am on that operating table/cutting board - I looked down at some tattoos I have on my forearms. I am quite inked up - with about 15 tattoos ... with all different meanings.<br />
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Let's backtrack for a moment to the 2 tattoos that gripped my heart tonight. My father took his own life in December of 2006 - in which I was filled with more emotions than I could ever describe in words. I was so angry at him, at God, at humanity. One night, in a time of prayer and reflection shortly after his suicide, I was reminded of Noah. Poor elderly Noah, commanded to build an ark because the Lord was getting ready to 'wipe the slate clean'. Noah had sent out a dove during the end of his journey. The first time, the dove had returned empty handed - letting Noah know the waters had not yet receded. The second, and most important time Noah sent the dove out, it returned with an olive branch. That olive branch signified that the waters were receding. The storm had passed. God was telling Noah, through that little twig, 'Hold on my son, this crazy journey is nearing its end'. The third time the dove was sent out, it never returned and with that Noah knew - it was over.<br />
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When my father died - and after that night of reflection, I had two doves tattooed on my forearms - one on each arm. On my right arm, the dove has an olive branch in its mouth, on the left - the dove has a heart in its mouth. Every time I look down at my doves, I am reminded of Noah - and the storm I have endured. My father's suicide was something that shook me to my very core and had me question the very faith I have devoted my life to. With my dove clenching that olive branch, I know the worst of the storm has passed - and everything from this point out is nothing but partly cloudy rain showers. The left arm, with the heart - signifies that 3rd dove. It never returned to Noah, but it returned to me that night, showing me the everlasting love of my Heavenly Father - and showing me that even though I went through that hideous storm - and will endure storms in my life - He is my Arc, He is my Umbrella, My Covering and my Shelter. My Safe Haven. <br />
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I said all that to say this ... the great flood lasted 40 days and 40 nights. It took God that time to cleanse the earth of all impurities and evil so He can restore His dream for creation. His Eden. <br />
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My body is the earth - full of impurities. These next 40 days and 40 nights until surgery will be spent purging the negativity, the impurities, the hidden skeletons that reside in my closet. My earth, my temple, my body is about to go under a dramatic transformation and become my Eden ...<br />
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'Hold on my son, this crazy journey is nearing its end' ... and a new journey is set to begin.<br />
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ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-63706282984723517852011-08-15T15:06:00.001-04:002011-08-15T15:06:35.466-04:00Kicking 10lbs worth of ass.When I went to see the surgeon last Thursday, I was told I had gained 10lbs. I knew it was fluid since I had stopped taking my Lasix. <br />
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I went to meet with the nutritionist today and am proud to say I've shed those 10lbs in these past 4 days of Lasix. It better have dropped since I've been pissing my eyeballs out!!! Either way - I am a happy boy.ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-71655027835064209572011-08-11T15:17:00.001-04:002011-08-11T15:17:22.246-04:0010lbs of Frustration …I met with Dr. Bass today ... and hopped on the scales. My wife has said I've lost a few inches because she can wrap her arms around me and lock her fingers behind my back - so I was a little optimistic. I have noticed some leg and ankle swelling, so I know I've been retaining water - but I didn't know how much. I hop up on the scale ... and I have a 10.4 lb gain from last month. WHAT??!?!? I am NOT a happy camper. I have never seen the scale hit 400 ... and I don't intend to. At this point, I'm 399 and some change. I'm quite certain I would have flailed all over the doctors office on my belly like a salmon out of water if I saw a '4' before the other 2 numbers.<br />
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Either way, I'm tremendously discouraged. There have only been 2 changes in my diet - one is I've been taking in 1 protein shake a day (low carb EAS or low carb Ensure High Protein) ... the other is I've been drinking a little more lately, as in booze. Generally it's about 1 malt beverage (like beer or flavored beers) a night after work ... some nights it's 2, some nights it's 0. That's only been going on for about a week - as I bought a 6 pack days ago, and still have 2 left.<br />
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I haven't been taking Lasix as I should because my job at the cable company doesn't always make it easy to pee a thousand times a day, so I've been putting it off. I really believe that is the culprit. I fell asleep in the recliner the other evening, and when I woke up that morning, my toes looked like little snausages and my feet were swollen. It hurt to walk, etc. They have never fully went down after that. I doubt one beer per night for 4 nights is going to put on 10lbs in a matter of 3.5 weeks. <br />
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I'm going to allow myself to have a pity party freak out today - and take my Lasix tonight. I'll just have to piss all night long - which is a-ok with me, if it gets that weight off. I can't let it get me too bummed, because surgery is next month and I won't see this weight ever again.ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-22212312423367375582011-08-02T01:12:00.002-04:002011-08-02T01:12:56.205-04:00Ensure ... it's not just for the geriatrics anymore .......... Now it's for the Bariatrics too!<br />
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Hey all ... you know this is the first place I run to when I have a protein experience ... whether it be pleasant or not. LOL.<br />
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I recently saw a commercial for Ensure. They have a new shake out that is specifically high protein. One 14oz shake is 25g of protein, 3g of Prebiotic Fiber (for the pooping), Low in fat and only 5g of sugar.<br />
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Anywho, I went over to WalMart to grab these shakes and give them a shot. They have a milk chocolate and a french vanilla flavor. I grabbed one of each. I just tried the chocolate flavor ... well ... let me rephrase that. I asked my wife to take the first sip of the chocolate flavor and to tell me if it was ghastly before I braved a sip. LOL.<br />
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When she didn't burst into flames or turn into an extra from Night Of The Living Dead, I figured I'd give it a shot. It's actually pretty good. Sweet - not funky. No protein foamy death taste like some powders are. It's very doable. It comes in a resealable individual bottle ... which I LOVE. After surgery, I doubt my gut will be able to support 14oz at once, so I can just drink what I can and stick it back in the fridge until later.<br />
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So, all in all - Ensure High Protein shakes (so far the milk chocolate flavor) get a THUMBS UP from the Ortiz household. :)ExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074252125380028603.post-27242315139970707012011-07-27T20:16:00.003-04:002011-07-27T21:05:35.861-04:00Synonym vs. AntonymI feel like I haven’t posted in eleven THOUSAND days … or maybe it was about 2 weeks. It’s all the same to me. I’m a little over ½ way through with my insurance hoop jumping requirements. I have another meeting with Dr. Bass on 8/11 and I’ve got my final meeting with the nutritionist on 8/15.<br />
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I’ll have to meet with Dr. Bass again in September for my final 3 month prep stuff, then my insurance paperwork gets filed. They have me penciled in for 9/26 for surgery. I’m fairly certain these next 61 days are going to feel like 61 years.<br />
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I’m still clamoring my way through different proteins and whatnot; trying to find my tastes. I’ve purchased a Ninja Kitchen System (which is probably the bestest thing EVER) – and I’m using it to mix different shakes and protein rich goodies. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be my BFF during the soft/puree stage.<br />
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I’ve had a couple of pretty hardcore surgeries that have had me TERRIFIED in the past. Oddly enough, I’m not nervous about this surgery at all. I think I’m more apprehensive about life AFTER vertical sleeve gastrectomy than I am about actually having the procedure done. With that being said, I’m not going into this blindly or assuming it’s going to be all sunshine and unicorns and I’m going to be 388lbs on the Monday of surgery, and 225 by that Friday. I’m completely aware of all of the risks associated with removing 85-90% of one stomach innards … but I also know the risks associated with living a life as morbidly obese. The ‘morbid’ in morbidly obese isn’t just a word to make it sound serious – or a sadistic name thought up by some skinny bitch.<br />
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Let’s look at the definition of MORBID in greater detail:<br />
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mor•bid -adjective<br />
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1. Suggesting an unhealthy mental state or attitude; unwholesomely gloomy, sensitive, extreme, etc.: a morbid interest in death.<br />
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2. Affected by, caused by, causing, or characteristic of disease.<br />
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3. Pertaining to diseased parts: morbid anatomy. `<br />
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-- Unwholesome, diseased, unhealthy, sick, sickly; tainted, corrupted, vitiated.<br />
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—Antonyms<br />
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-- Cheerful, healthy.<br />
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The synonyms and antonyms really got me. The opposite of what I am is cheerful and healthy. The polar opposite. To be morbidly obese is basically a polite way of saying miserably fat and diseased.<br />
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Yup – that about sums it up.<br />
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The risks of NOT having this procedure done FAR outweigh the FACTs of what WILL happen to me if I stay 388lbs. Sure, the sleeve can kill me (highly unlikely … only 0.25% of sleeve patients die as a direct result of surgery). Although the sleeve can kill me … and I’ve got a 1/4 of a percent odd of surgery related death … I’ve got a 100% guarantee of death from the obesity the surgery was created to combat.<br />
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Put like that, I’m ready to put my life in Dr. Bass’s hands (literally), and wake up reborn, redefined … and HEALTHY. I will be the synonym rather the antonym. Will you join meExFatCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284778902163686738noreply@blogger.com3