One of my weekend indiscretions…
Last week was a whole new experience for me. Having my gall bladder out last Monday was no fun, and recovery wasn’t as smooth as my friends and family made it out to be! I realize, though, that they downplayed certain things to make me feel a bit better going into the procedure.
I woke up in recovery after the operation, and whether it was the anesthesia, or the pain medication, I had terrible, unbearable nausea for hours. I had to stay in recovery a little longer than I was supposed to. The act of getting sick when you’ve just had incisions sown up on your belly is no picnic, I can firmly attest to that now. I was finally able to eat some saltines and drink some water enough so that I could finally take a pain pill later that night.
Tuesday things got better, but the pain pills kept me sleepy, my belly was sore and the air they pump into your chest cavity was stabbing me in my right shoulder and more than once, it brought me to tears.
Wednesday I thought I was in the clear. The air in my chest seemed to have dissipated a lot, and the nausea gone. Sure, my belly hurt, but that’s why I kept taking the pain pills. But then suddenly, the pain pills started making me nauseaous. And I realized that I needed to start eating more substantially than I had been. I just hadn’t felt hungry or had an appetite, because of the pain. So I forced myself to eat more and my stepmother came over and showed me how to cut up the pain pills and put them in empty capsules so they will dissolve later in digestion and might not make me nauseous. They still made me nauseous.
I finally ate a legitimate meal on Thursday at dinner time. I didn’t feel that my pain deserved narcotic drug relief after Thursday.
Now I’m at the point where I’m back to work tomorrow, having taken an extra day today to not rush things, and the staples should be coming out Wednesday morning, much to my relief. They freak me out – my belly looks alien to me!
Obviously, with the week I’ve had, I had no time or desire for an “after” picture, which only would have been me, looking like death warmed over (although smaller than I used to be!)
So, here’s my stats for the week:
Weight at start of the week: 200.8 lbs.
Weight at end of the week: 197 lbs.
That’s a total of 3.8 lbs lose, for a grand total of 23.2 lbs down!!! Thanks, gall bladder!
I have reached an important milestone for myself in my weight loss – I am below the 200 lb mark!
I am beyond excited!
Goals for the coming week!
- WISELY start eating again. I made some bad choices this weekend, like on Sunday, eating that entire mini heart-shaped red velvet cake with cream-cheese icing in the picture above…a burrito bowl from Chipotle and a couple Girl Scout cookies. I need to stop thinking, OMG I CAN EAT AGAIN – I WANT IT ALL! and think, OK. I can go back to eating normally and deserve a treat now and then. I made myself go to Weight Watchers Saturday morning because I knew I would be in this “free-for-all” frame of mind, and I was right. The leader advised that I pick one food/restaurant a week I hadn’t had and go for it, not go for all of it at once. So I’m chalking up Sunday as my one day of splurge.
- Drink water. I’ve been unbelievably thirsty for days. I need to get at least six glasses in a day.
- Track my food. I’ve gotten off this week to a lousy start at this, but I am going to pick up where I left off.
Phew. So there you go. I am glad to be a week out from the procedure and doing better. And I hope I can – no, I WILL – maintain my big, post-surgery weight loss, and continue losing starting this weekend in a more normal way!