Let’s Real Talk
I wasn’t sure what else to talk about here in blog world. Not wanting to be repetitive but also wanting to share the journey. I asked my very humble bestie KATHERINE WOODD (who absolutely did NOT demand a shout out) “what do you think people want to hear”. Her advice was, share the struggle, share how you deal with it and just keep being real. Buckle up, shit is about to get very real.
After going through liquid diet, surgery, restrictions, soft foods, recovery, gas – SO.MUCH.GAS. The last thing you want to see is a stall in weight loss. True, I didn’t do the surgery just for weight loss, my health is just as important but the scale is an immediate, tangible indication of my hard work and sacrifice.
In week three post surgery I stalled for over three weeks. Part of me wanted to sit on the floor with a Deep and Delicious cake, some popcorn and fries – I didn’t, mostly because I just paid someone $25 grand to make my stomach the size of a golf ball so I literally couldn’t. Instead, I stayed on track and just had to trust the process and trust my body to figure its shit out. Don’t let me fool you though, many tantrums were had while I was “trusting the process”. Thankfully, I think I am past it now but I am sure it won’t be the last.
So, let’s get even more real and talk about what happens after surgery when you eat too fast and/or take bites that are too big and/or don’t chew enough.
1. The food gets “stuck” literally it feels like it goes so far and just stops digesting
2. The body just says “maybe next time” and sends it back up
This has happened a few times now, today being the most recent. My second full day in office, things were going great. I didn’t get to my lunch at my usual 3 hour interval and I was HUNGRY. I tried so hard to take small bites, focus on chewing, but I let the old habits back in. The pouch gremlins sent it back up, of course. I waited a half hour and then tried soup, pouch gremlins were still unhappy. I packed up my things and headed home – IYKYK sometimes you need to be near your own bathroom. I hit 4th Ave and thought to myself, I am so screwed if I get sick driving home what am I going to do?
Cue the gremlins …….
RIP beautiful new hat with fun pompom 😞
If you were driving by me and saw this go down, no you didn’t ….
