August 2, 2014 – Saturday
I have been absent, and not just here.
My life has been kind of nuts, to put it mildly. I got a bit of a promotion at work in December, which kicked into overdrive work hours in January. My schedule was “variable” (for lack of a better word) and I was basically a minion of Chaos. Additionally, my weight (and weight loss) had completely plateaued in October – a mere 7 months post-op, for seemingly no reason. Around the holidays, one day I woke up and finally could eat more than 2 bites at a meal. It was glorious to eat 4-5 bites! However, the same old agents of doom still hung around like turkey vultures. Chicken, Beef, Rice, ANY raw veggies, most cooked veggies and just about anything with the tiniest amount of cheese, could and would rise up against me and bring about War on poor Frank. To be honest, not much has changed there in the seven months since then. I can do about 2 bites of very rare, very marbled steak, or about a ¼ cup of ground beef/taco meat. I’m essentially a pescetarian now. Truly, I actually have created a new type of eater: the Carbivorian. Crackers, Toast, Bread Crusts, Goldfish Crackers, Chips (are we seeing a pattern yet? CRISPY stuff) Uncooked oatmeal in Milk, Cottage Cheese, Cooked Legumes, Watered down diet coke and anything that dissolves fairly quickly in the upper digestive tract (chocolate, cookies, cake, et cetera – *LeSigh*) have pretty much become my main diet. I stray from time to time, but I always pay for it. I eat like a wayward toddler, and I’m ALWAYS hungry. I never ate this terribly before surgery. I was a salad and protein girl, just a really fat one.
Outside of food, my personal life has been a balancing act. My kids are amazing people, who just refuse to cooperate with school ideals. One is currently in summer school because he wouldn’t do homework. To him, it didn’t make sense to “repeat work” done in class, just for another grading section. He is pulling a 96% in that module. (*Oiy!*) The other one is blissfully enjoying his summer vacation, bereft of any discernible schedule.
My partner of nearly five years left our home about a month ago, in a rather unceremonious manner. It has been a time of great reflection and growth. However, because he has not yet moved into his new home, there also has been much clutter. Boxes, piles, empty spaces, words unsung….
I’m starting to see how I’ve been in my own way, as far as my weight loss journey is concerned. My head is convinced that my stomach can still fit whatever it wants. My stomach *always* wins. I don’t have any current pictures because truthfully, my body shape has not changed one bit since the last one that I posted.
I will be updating more often. My head – and heart – are in a much better place these days, and I’m back on the wagon.
Current Goals/Challenges:
Surviving My Sleeve 