Hello,
Hello,
I’d like to welcome you all here tonight, to what we hope will be the first in a long line of Stellato/Swengler family gatherings at major stadiums… In fact, when the time comes to celebrate the birth of their first child, Brian and Jenny have already decided on Madison Square Garden…
It's my 3-Month Surgiversary!
Woo-hoo!
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Weight loss summary:
Part One, in which I'm surrounded by people completely contradicting each other while not actually listening to each other, wondering why I'm the only person who seems to be confused.
Part Two, in which I'm at the office for 11 1/2 hours.
And Part Three, in which I eat too quickly and now have some pain and the incredibly uncomfortable sensation that someone is sitting on my chest.
Today is my 7-week surgiversary.
I have lost 50 pounds in the 8 weeks since the pre-op diet began.
This morning I went to the Teet for groceries. Picked up ingredients for more turkey chili, and some new things that I'll be trying for the first time: some low sugar oatmeal, bananas, melon, fresh sliced pepper turkey and buffalo chicken, turkey burgers, and turkey meatballs. I may be pushing my luck on that last one, but it's worth a shot. Trial and error. I have to try as much as possible (within the general confines of the stage I'm in). I can't just assume what I can and can't tolerate. The variety makes me feel normal and healthy.
But here's the best part: I had a free sample! At the deli counter they had free samples of smoked turkey. Just a little bit rolled up on a toothpick. And I ate one! I ate half, then the other half. Just like a normal person. Passersby probably found it suspicious how much that sample made me grin.
One month ago today I was being moved from Recovery to the ICU.
Today I feel good. I'm doing better at getting my fluids in (at least 64oz/day). I've been pretty consistent in getting my protein in (at least 70g/day). I'm now taking two multivitamins each day, four calcium/vitamin D chewables, and one iron/vitamin C chewable. And there are so many rules: I can't drink while I eat (eating takes 20-30 minutes), and I can't drink for 30-40 minutes after I eat. But I'm eating 4-5 times a day, so that's about 5 hours out of the day when I can't drink. So the 64oz has to get down during the rest of the day, and I can't gulp or chug or down a whole glass, so it's constant sipping. I also have the make sure the iron supplement is at least two hours apart from the calcium supplements, as those two would cancel each other out if taken together. The meals are almost entirely protein, I can't eat much more than the 70g of protein. Most days I'm still supplementing with one 35g protein shake, which takes some of the pressure off of the meals.
My energy levels have been up for the last couple of days, and my mood is better. I'm happy to be eating semi-normal foods (not purées). I have more energy to do some household chores (some new, like preparing these meals, and some old, like laundry and dishes and the like). I mention this only because these things seemed overwhelming a couple of weeks ago. I'm also sleeping better, as I inch back into my normal sleeping positions.
An hour ago I went across the street for a hair cut. My normal haircutter/stylist/person, a nice woman named Taylor who first introduced me to the Obama-as-a-covert-Muslim-assassin meme back in early 2008, is out on maternity leave. So today I met Dan, a friendly gay haircutter/stylist/person who cut my hair. What was interesting was that he was engaging me in the usual "tell me about yourself as I cut your hair for the first time" way, and I found myself debating whether to bring up the surgery. And I realized that this may have been the first conversation I've had in the last month that wasn't about the surgery. Not about how I'm feeling or what I'm eating or how much weight I've lost. So we talked for a few minutes about soap operas, specifically miscarriages, comas, and recasts, and then I mentioned that I'd had surgery a month ago. But it was an interesting peak into a future, when I'll meet people who might never know what I weighed last month, or see that image of me in their mind. And I'm not sure how I feel about that. It's fascinating.
Today was a good day.
I had 77g of protein. (7g more than the minimum goal.)
I drank 64oz of liuid. (Goal.)
I went shopping with my friend Liz, walked around Bethesda, and saw a terrific movie.
No dizziness or lightheadedness.
Good energy levels.
A good day.
Everything's healing up nicely, as far as the incisions are concerned.
My mood hasn't been so good in the last few days. Ever since I started eating the pureed stuff I'm getting progressively hungrier and hungrier, as thought my stomach (what's left of it) has woken up from a long nap, remembered it's old life, and begun to get very, very nostalgic. The 1.5oz that left me feeling stuffed just one week ago now doesn't satisfy. I'm gradually increasing that to 2oz. And I'm hungry again about 2 hours after I eat, so I eat pretty often. I also have to drink a lot -- rapid weight loss can lead to dehydration, so I have to drink all I can to prevent that. But I can't drink while I'm eating, or for at least 30 minutes after I eat. And again, I'm eating every 2-3 hours. So I'm constantly either eating or waiting to drink or drinking or waiting to drink. And spending more time than I should thinking about what I wish I were eating.
I'm also tired. I went back to the office on Monday, and paid for that with utter exhaustion on Tuesday. Into today, really.
And I'm frustrated and cranky. I'm not sure whether that's a separate symptom, or a reflection of the exhaustion and the hungry.
By my home scale, I've lost about 25.5 pounds in the three weeks since the surgery, or a total of 37 pounds in the four weeks since I started the pre-op diet.
I'd like to cue a musical montage to fast forward over the next couple of months. Song suggestions?
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