It's hard for me to comprehend that I have already had my surgery. I see the difference as my body changes almost daily, but the struggle to get to that surgery seemed insurmountable at the time, yet here I am - living my dream.
In the past month, I have lost a total of 32.5 pounds. Since June 2014, I am over 60 pounds down and yes, it is noticeable to those who see me most everyday. My face is thinning. I have pants that literally fall off my behind. Because of the hernia repair, I no longer have a large baseball-sized lump near my belly button and that, to me, is the most noticeable thing ever. My tummy may still be fat, but it's flat now and I'm loving it!
One of my greatest accomplishments is that I am no longer on any pain medications. One year ago, I was swallowing up to 5000mg of Ibuprofen per day... no that is not a typo... 5000mg. True that I had some cortisone pumped into my shoulder a couple weeks ago, and that definitely has contributed to my wellbeing at present, but what about the pain in my knees and just about every other joint in my body? Nope, it's amazing how weight loss can eliminate pain that way.
A friend of mine contacted me this past week to say they are seriously considering gastric bypass. I know that my way isn't always the right way for everyone, but I strongly urged my friend to get started and see if it was right for her. She's 20 years younger than me and let me tell you, had I known at that age what I know now, I wouldn't have waited another moment to be where I am now in this life changing position.
Yes, it's hard work. In fact, it's probably the hardest thing I've ever done for myself in 60 years. I've had to overcome the head games, which to be honest, are a daily battle. Never mind the detractors that surround us, such as people who do not want to see us succeed. That's hard for sure, but the worst is the dialog that goes on in our own heads. Staying positive is essential to succeeding, yet have any of us ever known anyone who is positive 100% of the time?
I went on a bit of a pity-party earlier this week. We're all entitled to those occasionally, right? At least, that's what I have always told myself. Well, I have another friend who is intent on holding me accountable and simply will not put up with my pity-parties for more than maybe 2 seconds. That friend can't even begin to know how much it means to me that they care that much about me. Pity-parties get us nowhere positive. They simply feed the head games that we need to fight.
I have one aunt and one uncle left in this life and this week, I spoke to each of them. They are both 89 years old and I am forever grateful to have such loving relationships with them. A year ago, I never thought I'd say this, but I would love to live to 89 years old and continue to have loving relationships with all the special people in my life... and EVERY person in my life is special. Like everyone else, I'm not certain how long I have on this earth, but you can bet your bottom dollar that I am going to make every moment of my time count.
Let's make it great!
xxxJBDxxx
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Week 3 - Update
I've finally made it through the 2-week liquid diet that followed my surgery. It went quickly and pretty much was a breeze. My main concern during that time was getting my protein in everyday and getting rid of the gas pocket that lingered in my right side for about a week after I got home from hospital. Strangely enough, that was the only pain I felt. I had 5 main incisions and not a one of them bothered me at all. Counting myself very lucky.
I'm well into my 3rd week since my surgery and there has been great progress in that time. My 20 staples came out on Tuesday and I was told I was a star patient. Sixteen days out from surgery and I am down 25.5 pounds. Yesterday I saw an orthopedic doctor and had two cortisone shots in my left shoulder. For the first time in 15 years, I have no pain there either.
As I sat watching GMA this morning, chewing on my milk-soaked Rice Krispies, it dawned on me that this is what it feels like to truly feel happiness. There is a joy inside of me that I haven't experienced in a long time. A smile covered my face without my even knowing I was doing it for a few moments.
Food is no longer my captor and I really like going to the gym to exercise. I am making plans for my future again... big plans! Why? Because I can!! Everyday is a blessing from God and I plan to make the best of every moment of it. My excitement overwhelms me at times, but after 10 long years of being shutdown, I think I'm entitled to all the excitement I can handle.
I do hope that my blogging about my current experiences following bariatric surgery won't bore you all to bits. I need to do this for me, actually, to keep myself accountable and to leave a record of my journey, as well. And, if one little bit of my journey inspires even one person, that in itself is all I could hope for.
xxxJBDxxx
I'm well into my 3rd week since my surgery and there has been great progress in that time. My 20 staples came out on Tuesday and I was told I was a star patient. Sixteen days out from surgery and I am down 25.5 pounds. Yesterday I saw an orthopedic doctor and had two cortisone shots in my left shoulder. For the first time in 15 years, I have no pain there either.
As I sat watching GMA this morning, chewing on my milk-soaked Rice Krispies, it dawned on me that this is what it feels like to truly feel happiness. There is a joy inside of me that I haven't experienced in a long time. A smile covered my face without my even knowing I was doing it for a few moments.
Food is no longer my captor and I really like going to the gym to exercise. I am making plans for my future again... big plans! Why? Because I can!! Everyday is a blessing from God and I plan to make the best of every moment of it. My excitement overwhelms me at times, but after 10 long years of being shutdown, I think I'm entitled to all the excitement I can handle.
I do hope that my blogging about my current experiences following bariatric surgery won't bore you all to bits. I need to do this for me, actually, to keep myself accountable and to leave a record of my journey, as well. And, if one little bit of my journey inspires even one person, that in itself is all I could hope for.
xxxJBDxxx
Saturday, April 4, 2015
I'm on the Loser's Bench! Week 1 - Update
I've been wanting to write about my progress following gastric bypass surgery. The trouble with that is I am on some pretty strong medications and I find myself falling asleep at the drop of a hat. I'm not complaining, because it's been my experience that, when in pain, sleep it off. No problem. That's what I've been doing.
I would like to say that there is nothing easy about this process, and for the most part, that is true. I am finding in the initial stage, though, that I don't miss food at all. I'm on an all liquid diet for the next two weeks and have come up with some tasty things to fill that need. The thing is, just one or two small bites of Jello and chicken broth, and I'm pretty much good to go. I drink a small serving of a protein shake - three times a day, and those too, are very filling.
The hard part is the residual pain right now. It's mostly due to the air and gas that they pump into you during surgery and getting it out is no easy trick. It's happening though, so I am managing to improve the pain part a little more each day.
My doctor gave me a pretty impressive battle scar, I must say. The bypass itself was accomplished through four small laparoscopic incisions, which are held together with staples and are healing quickly. My fifth incision, however, was created to repair not one, but two umbilical hernias, and it has some interesting twists and turns around my belly button. This scar will merely add to my war stories. I never intended to wear a bikini again... though, I do plan to do some skinny dipping in the future, if the occasion presents itself. (Hey, I'm old, not dead!)
I'm really thankful for the timing on this surgery. The beginning of spring... my very favorite time of the year. It got into the high 70's the other day and I simply sat and listened to the cardinals singing to each other between flitting from tree to tree. I am constantly being reminded of all the simple, little things that are what really makes life wondrous and awesome.
My family has been amazing. My son and daughter stayed at the hospital all through my surgery and have kept real close tabs on me all week. That in itself has been quite the test for them, because on the very day that I had my surgery, their biological dad passed away as well. Talk about *when it rains, it pours*. My daughter, however, decided to put a rather unique spin on that, choosing to see it as something like *When God closes a door, He opens a window.*
My extended family and all of my friends have been awesome in keeping my spirits up. And my team of medical professionals are the best dang bunch around. Every one of them, including my primary doctor's assistant, have walked me through this past year with such amazing care, it truly humbles me. All I can say is thank you all so very much. I cannot wait to get going with my life again and seeing many of you in the future!
xxxJBDxxx
I would like to say that there is nothing easy about this process, and for the most part, that is true. I am finding in the initial stage, though, that I don't miss food at all. I'm on an all liquid diet for the next two weeks and have come up with some tasty things to fill that need. The thing is, just one or two small bites of Jello and chicken broth, and I'm pretty much good to go. I drink a small serving of a protein shake - three times a day, and those too, are very filling.
The hard part is the residual pain right now. It's mostly due to the air and gas that they pump into you during surgery and getting it out is no easy trick. It's happening though, so I am managing to improve the pain part a little more each day.
My doctor gave me a pretty impressive battle scar, I must say. The bypass itself was accomplished through four small laparoscopic incisions, which are held together with staples and are healing quickly. My fifth incision, however, was created to repair not one, but two umbilical hernias, and it has some interesting twists and turns around my belly button. This scar will merely add to my war stories. I never intended to wear a bikini again... though, I do plan to do some skinny dipping in the future, if the occasion presents itself. (Hey, I'm old, not dead!)
I'm really thankful for the timing on this surgery. The beginning of spring... my very favorite time of the year. It got into the high 70's the other day and I simply sat and listened to the cardinals singing to each other between flitting from tree to tree. I am constantly being reminded of all the simple, little things that are what really makes life wondrous and awesome.
My family has been amazing. My son and daughter stayed at the hospital all through my surgery and have kept real close tabs on me all week. That in itself has been quite the test for them, because on the very day that I had my surgery, their biological dad passed away as well. Talk about *when it rains, it pours*. My daughter, however, decided to put a rather unique spin on that, choosing to see it as something like *When God closes a door, He opens a window.*
My extended family and all of my friends have been awesome in keeping my spirits up. And my team of medical professionals are the best dang bunch around. Every one of them, including my primary doctor's assistant, have walked me through this past year with such amazing care, it truly humbles me. All I can say is thank you all so very much. I cannot wait to get going with my life again and seeing many of you in the future!
xxxJBDxxx
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