HI! It’s been awhile! I know I know accountability but I have been super busy trying to get everything squared away before surgery. In fact I all but pinky swore to my trainer I’d be at the gym sipping a smoothie and posting this blog about 10 hours ago… but life got in the way. So now there’s slightly stale twizzlers, water and semi awake me.SO MUCH TO FILL YA’LL IN ON! let’s break it down this way. Medical news, food news, work out news and thoughts and feelings somewhere in there after? Good? Good! Glad we’ve got this somewhat figured out!
Ok so, my sleeve gastrectomy, will take place on Monday September 26th. Two months after my birthday. I am so stoked. My insurance cleated, my labs are done and I met with my doc today. First of all its great to have a good looking doc, nice to know the last face you’ll see will be a good one. But it’s hell thinking about shaving your legs beforehand. He filled me in on all the complications and so forth. He showed me where my scars would be. But the busses to thing I took out of there was a dose of confidence in what I was doing. He told me that he was proud of me, of all the progress I made since I walked through his doors. Of how hard I have fought to get where I am and how he knows that I am going to succeed. I am so damn lucky to have that kind of support from my doc. He also told me that my hospital stay may be considerably longer than I thought, which has its finer moments and is terrifying because I’m really nervous about pain. Sucks part, I have to take off all my gel and pretty nails. It’s a hospital rule…bare tiny cabbage hands it is I guess. So I left the office today two vial of blood lighter, stocked to the hills with meal replacement shakes and with a level of enthusiasm I can’t even describe.
Let me give you the low down on what is in store for me. Start Friday I am on a totally restrictive, doctor controlled 11 day pre-op diet. See all the rules on my paper. Yup can’t break em. I need to drink horrid shakes, which hopefully I can convince myself are lattes and go through caffine and sugar detox. Now why didn’t I stop sugar and caffine. Well I’m a single mom if two, there are some things you just don’t give up till you absolutely have to. Doc told me I was going to be miserable for at least 3 days while I detox, but other than that just generally weaker and I will drop a bunch of weight. Which is the point…weight, detox, shrink liver. All these things make surgery better. So I came up with a plan when I found out my date and decided I needed to eat ALL THE FOOD. By this I mean stuff I don’t know if I’ll be able to palate for a long time if ever with the Sleeve. So far I’ve knocked out tons of Starbucks, chinese, mexican, tacos bell (yes they are different, bbq, hamburgers, steak, shrimp and pizza. Thursday is my all hail sushi day! And tomorrow, well I have no clue actually. All I know is I need to buy stuff for quick meals for the kids while I’m detoxing because cooking may be no fun right away.
So I joined a gym. This part may be a little short but it’s important. I joined one for me to get my life back in order. T. tone my mind body and soul. That same day I got the call about surgery. So I met my super awesome (and hot) trainer and had to tell her working out was a no go. Which the doc agreed with today. The thing was, was that she was just happy to be part of my journey with me and is planning on helping me reach my goals. And that is the part that really hit home. She seriously almost made me cry.
Thoughts and feelings are a big part of my life always but especially right now. I’ve been up and down all week. I’m squishing all the appointments I can in before I lose the ability to drive for a week or two. I’m excited, OVER The MOON HAPPY at how far I’ve come and what’s happening. I deserve it. I’m starting a whe new book in this anthology we call life. I’m also a little sad. I started this journey a long time ago with someone who vowed to be by my side and now their face won’t be the first one I see when I wake up. The fact that this is all going be happening on my own is scary. I have my mom and my step dad whom I love and appreciate for helping me. I have a vast array of support all over the world via online and I person. But I guess there’s just part of me inside still healing. And that’s ok. I have to remind myself that it’s ok. That all that im going through is going to far outweigh what I’ve been through.
I promise a lot more updates to come. Especially on how my diet is going, how the shakes taste and my final countdown.
Throw me a message, let me know how your countdown went