October 8, 2010

I Have the Itchies -- Oh! What to Do?

So I'm chugging along on my journey and feeling really good.  I noticed a couple of nights ago that I was itching on my stomach -- no where near my incisions, but near them.  I've been scratching like the dickens, too!  Then to top it off, this morning I noticed I had little raised bumps that added to the itching.  I'm feeling good, but gosh I'm uncomfortable; if that makes sense?

What is worse is the sensation of the itch comes from inside of the skin instead of just on top.  I have allergies to all of the environmental things, but I wondering to I have allergies to milk or milk proteins, or is this just my nerves.  I sent my doctor an email, so I'm hoping he can shed some light.  I am hoping I'm not allergic to the whey proteins, but I would welcome some other type of protein as long as it tastes good and I could absorb it.

I bought some really nasty vitamins from the Vitamin Shoppe the other day because I didn't want to have to get the bariatric vitamins.  Boy was I hurt when they were too nasty for words!  Last night I took them back because I was a good shopper and had kept my receipt, only to find out they only give store credit for "opened" returns.  Well, I had to come up with something because the store manager wasn't budging on giving me my money back.

I searched around the store for anything that looked decent, and lo and behold, to my amazement, I found some Nectar protein by Syntrax and the Click Espresso protein!  I thought, "Wow! I've struck pay dirt!"  I quickly grabbed the two containers and rushed to the checkout to make my exchange.

When I got home, I tried the Nectar protein in some water with some ice cubes.  It wasn't too bad.  I let it get a little watery and was able to tolerate it pretty well.  

This morning, I tried the Click Espresso Protein and I got a huge kick out of that!  It was good and I was sooo happy to finally find a little protein I like.  I just hope that I'm not allergic to milk now.  We'll have to see how I'm faring.

I'll keep you informed!  Smooches!

October 6, 2010

Tummy Rumblin's

I'm getting the hang of the whole "sip, sip, sip" thing, but I'm having a challenge figuring our if I'm hungry or not.  Does this typically happen to fellow WLSer's or is it only me.  I always felt like this when I was pregnant where I would eat and then feel hunger pangs about 10 minutes later.  Well... I'm not preggers so what is going on?

I feel like Hamlet, but for me it's "to eat or not to eat?" Do I raid the refrigerator for a SF Jello or pudding.  Do I opt for a protein shake to curb the sensations I'm feeling?  Or do I sip yet another mouthful of water, hoping the sensations will subside?  What to do, what to do?  Is it in my mind or is it my body telling me I need something???

October 5, 2010

Site for Tracking Weight Loss -- iPhone App too!

Rubey from the Thinnertimes forum for WLS gave me the name of a great website that can help you with keeping track of your weight loss efforts.  And you know I was like a "fat rat in a cheese factory when I found out there was an iPhone App to match!  w00t!

Click here to be taken to Fat Secret.  Come back and let me know if you signed up, I would love to find you there as a buddy.

I Admit It! I Had Buyer's Remorse

This was my first post to Thinnertimesforum.com after my WLS.

9/31/2010 - I'm three days post-op! Today was a pretty good day. Had some pretty interesting gas pains, but I did find that walking helped a lot!

The night after surgery, I really had a case of "why did I do this?" I was in so much pain, like a mack truck rolled over me a couple of times! I must have pressed that pump for pain killer more than a dozen the first night. The pain killer didn't seem to work until I was given a nice shot of dilaudid ...OMG! who knew?

So this morning was much better! If you're having any gas pains, really the best way to get everything "moving down there" is to walk it off.

Now, if I could find some protein that I like to drink!

This was my post from this morning:

I think what exacerbated the whole thing as well was having those "pinchers" on my legs for blood clots. Every time those things would inflate, waves of pain and gas would rise in my chest. I thought I was going to have a heart attack! I couldn't wait to rip them off and once the catheter was gone... oh honey, so were the "pinchers".  I felt so much better.

The next day I was up and around really trying to move more, and I felt so much better. I didn't use the pain pump anymore and didn't feel those pains rising in my chest anymore.

The nurses didn't want to unhook me from all of the telemetry and IV fluids because after I'd circled their stations a couple of times with my "entourage" of bags, tubs, and equipment, they considered me a flight risk! Just a little laugh. They were really impressed I was actually listening to what they said about moving around.

I'm feeling better and better every day. The first day I was home, I walked .25 miles on the treadmill at a slow pace. Did that for a couple of days, just taking it easy. Today I was able to do .50 miles at a decent pace, and I was in total shock. The back pain that I felt every time I would try to walk, the same back pain that has kept me from doing more aerobic activities, was gone! I was just floored.

So I'm going to keep moving and grooving 'cuz, "Baby, I'm a star."

October 4, 2010

My Secret Lover -- Food

I'm coming clean with everyone today about my secret love affair with -- organ music  dnh dnh dnnnh! -- FOOD.  OMG!  I can't tell you what the smell of freshly baked bread does to me without being too graphic, but let's just say:  oooooooooo!  

Food has been my most dependable lover for the better part of my life.  When I'm happy, it is there for me.  When I sad or pissed off at the world, Food understands what I'm feeling and again, it is there for me.  It's been there for parties, holidays, funerals, even one time when I was fired from a job, there was food right before I was escorted out!  Food has been there for me when I thought no one else was. 

We had our secret liaisons -- a pint of Ben & Jerry's Chubby Hubby.  Sometimes a piece of fried chicken and a biscuit, or just a Starbucks Mocha Frappiccino. At night is when our romantics would heat up.  If I was unable to sleep, I would stole away downstairs and find some unsuspecting cracker with cream cheese, or cookies, or whatever it took to satisfy my desire.  It was the taste, or texture, or "umami" that I told myself I was searching for, but only to find that once you have the "taste", it's the same the second time. 

I grew more and more to dislike myself because when I looked in the mirror, what I saw disgusted me.  As my dislike grew, the more  I took advantage of food in order to make me happy.  I took Food's kindness for weakness and I often times over indulged myself in its never waning generosity.   I ate because it was comforting and didn't think about any of the repercussions of this time-bomb of a relationship until my health began to degrade, slowly, but surely. 

One day, Food and I came to understanding and I told it that we couldn't continue our relationship as it was.  My thoughts raced!  How could I give it up, it's been so patient and good to me?  I weighed myself, and then weighed my options for a healthier lifestyle and decided our decadent liaison had to end.  I had children to raise, a husband who loved me, and I didn't want any co-morbidities to start sneaking up on me.  I had to change.  I had to end our passionate, indulgent relationship.

In ending my dependent relationship with food, I am able to recognize my "triggers" for stress or situational eating.  It has taken a long time to start recognizing these signals -- just wasn't an aha moment for me.  It was as if I started dating all over again, and I was looking for queues and body language from new paramours!  I'm looking at myself differently, and learning to love myself, differently, and in a manner I should be accustomed -- healthfully, and prayerfully.  I loved food, but I love me more!