Sunday, 31st August 2014
John had gone out for the day, fishing, so it was just me and Ash in the house. As soon as I opened the fridge, I spotted the birthday cake Ash had brought home from the party and I instantly rebelled.
I'd been so good the night before, but I just couldn't resist putting two small pieces of cake into my mouth, chewing thorougly and then swallowing it down with some milk.
The stupid thing is, I didn't really enjoy the cake and felt instantly guilty afterwards.
During the day, I become more and more fed up with my diet and made a decision to contact the bariatric nurse on Monday, to ask if I could fast track myself onto the pureed stage.
I also made the decision to cook spare ribs for John and Ash for dinner and I was determined to have one.
Dinnertime came and I asked John for a rib. I really enjoyed it and made sure to chew thoroughly before swallowing. I experienced wind pain and sat for a while watching tv, waiting for the wind to disipate.
John then offered me another rib, immediately appologised, saying he shouldn't have and before he could say anything else, I took another one.
As soon as I'd eaten it, I realised I'd make a huge mistake. My stomach rebelled and I had to rush to the bathroom. Afterwards, I had indigestion pain in my back and felt very sorry for myself.
I don't think I'll be calling the nurse tomorrow after all.
Monday 1 September 2014
A Birthday Party, One Week After Op
Saturday, 30th August 2014
Today it's exactly one week since my surgery and I'm going to an 18th birthday party.
I decided the best thing to do, was take a bottle of Slim Fast and a bottle of lemon squash with me.
As soon as we arrived, I saw the buffet and as the night went on, I felt more and more frustrated that I was unable to have anything on the table.
I also felt left out as everyone was drinking and I could only have my squash, but having said that, I did enjoy the night and was up dancing and having a good time.
I'd squeezed into a tight pair of jeans and felt and looked slimmer.
The night ended at 11pm and I was happy to be going home because this past week, I've noticed how tired I get during the day, especially if I don't get a nap.
Today it's exactly one week since my surgery and I'm going to an 18th birthday party.
I decided the best thing to do, was take a bottle of Slim Fast and a bottle of lemon squash with me.
As soon as we arrived, I saw the buffet and as the night went on, I felt more and more frustrated that I was unable to have anything on the table.
I also felt left out as everyone was drinking and I could only have my squash, but having said that, I did enjoy the night and was up dancing and having a good time.
I'd squeezed into a tight pair of jeans and felt and looked slimmer.
The night ended at 11pm and I was happy to be going home because this past week, I've noticed how tired I get during the day, especially if I don't get a nap.
First Week After Op
It's been a strange week for me because John has been off work with tendinitis in his shoulder. He's been in a lot of pain and hasn't been able to do much of anything, so we've both been sitting around, bored.
My craving for food has not gone away and it's really getting me down. I'm sick of soup and yogurt and things that tasted okay before, are now leaving a nasty aftertaste in my mouth.
I've also discovered that the wind pain I was suffering has slowly increased as the week's gone on. I'm getting immediate wind as soon as I swallow anything and I have major difficulty distinguishing between being full and being full of wind!
I've also had a couple of slips and eaten things I shouldn't have, including some dahl which was just too thick and didn't agree with me.
I'm swinging between feeling an immense regret at having the surgery, this is totally due to not being able to eat anything I can chew, to feeling wonderful as I watch the weight come off, which is averaging out at 2lb per day.
My craving for food has not gone away and it's really getting me down. I'm sick of soup and yogurt and things that tasted okay before, are now leaving a nasty aftertaste in my mouth.
I've also discovered that the wind pain I was suffering has slowly increased as the week's gone on. I'm getting immediate wind as soon as I swallow anything and I have major difficulty distinguishing between being full and being full of wind!
I've also had a couple of slips and eaten things I shouldn't have, including some dahl which was just too thick and didn't agree with me.
I'm swinging between feeling an immense regret at having the surgery, this is totally due to not being able to eat anything I can chew, to feeling wonderful as I watch the weight come off, which is averaging out at 2lb per day.
First Day Home
Monday, 25th August 2014
I had a better night's sleep than the previous one and I was sitting up in bed, drinking a coffee when I was surprised by an early visit by the nurse with a bag of medication for me to take home.
I called John straight away and asked him to come and get me - I couldn't wait to go home and be with my family and pets.
While I waited for John to arrive, I packed my bag and double checked the room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything.
The ride home was uneventful and once home, I asked Ash to unpack for me and put my night clothes in the wash.
I took things easy but over the course of the day, I discovered a growing craving for food I was unable to eat. The craving was mostly for meat, but anything and everything seemed appetising and by dinner time, I was unable to stop myself from grabbing a chip from Ash's plate and shoving it in my mouth.
The taste was heavenly, but I was very aware that what I was doing was totally against the rules. I chewed and chewed and then swallowed with trepidation, wondering how my stomach would react.
Thankfully, everything was fine and my stomach didn't rebel, but I was ashamed of myself and sat quietly for the rest of the evening. I hope my will power improves as I have almost two weeks of liquids to get through and then two weeks of pureed before I can even consider eating whole food.
I had a better night's sleep than the previous one and I was sitting up in bed, drinking a coffee when I was surprised by an early visit by the nurse with a bag of medication for me to take home.
I called John straight away and asked him to come and get me - I couldn't wait to go home and be with my family and pets.
While I waited for John to arrive, I packed my bag and double checked the room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything.
The ride home was uneventful and once home, I asked Ash to unpack for me and put my night clothes in the wash.
I took things easy but over the course of the day, I discovered a growing craving for food I was unable to eat. The craving was mostly for meat, but anything and everything seemed appetising and by dinner time, I was unable to stop myself from grabbing a chip from Ash's plate and shoving it in my mouth.
The taste was heavenly, but I was very aware that what I was doing was totally against the rules. I chewed and chewed and then swallowed with trepidation, wondering how my stomach would react.
Thankfully, everything was fine and my stomach didn't rebel, but I was ashamed of myself and sat quietly for the rest of the evening. I hope my will power improves as I have almost two weeks of liquids to get through and then two weeks of pureed before I can even consider eating whole food.
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