I've spent the last 2 weeks in bed with a horrendous sinus infection. No fun! The good news is that I'm still holding my 4 pound weight loss. Saturday the scale said I was down 2 more. I haven't gotten on it since for fear of jinxing it. Tomorrow I'll give it a go and report back.
I am LOVINGthese right now! I loved the larger size before but because of the sugar alcohols I could only eat half of the full sized bars. These are the perfect size for anyone with an altered gut system. They will be a new staple in my purse!
I've been really depressed the last couple of months. I'm sure part of it is that my weight is up and I tend to be a little down in January every year, but this seems to be more than that. I've had many days lately that I find myself in bed at 2 o'clock in the afternoon and then I rush around like a mad woman to get myself put together so that everything appears to be normal. I feel as though I'm living a double life sometimes. I've been on antidepressants before. They are not fun and usually cause more damage in my life than they're worth. Also, I'm not sure if they would be effective with my altered plumbing. Blah! I'm trying to dig myself out of this hole.
On a lighter note, (no pun intended) I am down 4 pounds and holding. My clothes still don't fit though. More exercise, less carbs, more protein, more water, blah, blah, blah...I'm trudging along.
I've been wondering today if I have done myself a disservice by not attending WLS support group meetings or by not continuing to be an active member of sites like OH? I attended one support group meeting hosted by my bariatric surgeon's office when I was only a couple of months post-op. One of the things that turned me off by it was that it felt a little like a Weight Watcher's meeting. The nurses from the office were leading the meeting and they had a set topic for the night. The group consisted mostly of women who were much farther out than me which is why I think I felt disconnected from them. Also, the majority of them were still overweight and much older than I. I should be bitch slapped for even thinking this (I'm just trying to keep it real) but I believe in some dark deep recess of my subconscious mind I didn't want to be around fat people who were struggling and appeared to be "unsuccessful" even after having WLS. I never went back.
As far as sites like OH go...ugh, the drama! I've already been to Jr. High girls. I really don't want to have a virtual fight with you about which surgery is best or how awful I am for eating a bran muffin to battle my post-op constipation. It seemed like once the honeymoon phase was over that most of the people left on those sites stayed to antagonize or to get up on their soapboxes. I do check in on OH occasionally but find that there are mostly newbies posting and that the subject matter doesn't really relate to me anymore.
I do still read several WLS related blogs but overall I'm pretty disconnected from the WLS community. Good or bad?
So, I just have to get something off my chest that's been bugging me. Several times over the last few months I've had several family members and friends ask me the question that every recipient of WLS dreads -
"Are you up a few pounds?"
I am and I'm not gonna lie about it. I'm ashamed, embarrassed, and angry at myself, but I'm up about 8-10 pounds (depends on the day). That, in and of itself, bugs me more than you could ever know, but what bugs me more is the response I've been getting to my very honest admission. Are you ready for it? Can you guess what it is?
"Oh good! I was getting a little worried. You were starting to look a little gaunt"
Gaunt? Are you freaking kidding me? Really? 130 (my low) is the going rate for gaunt these days? While I'm sure that their response is meant as a compliment on my current weight (which I hate, I might as well weigh 200+ pounds again because I feel no different now) it feels awful. It feels like an excuse to fail. It makes me feel angry that I worked so hard to get to that number, to feel good about myself and then when I'm no longer there it's like they're stomping all over that hard work and confidence that I gained. It's a slap in the face and makes me wonder if people say things like this because they are happy to see me fail. Another reason it bothers me so much is that 130 was still 8 pounds shy of my doctor's goal weight for me. 130 was BARELY within the "normal" BMI range for my height. Had I not picked up a nice little transfer distraction (not quite an addiction but definitely a transfer from one bad habit to another) I'd still be at 130 and what would all of those well-meaning people have to say then? When I try to explain my frustration to them over their comments they act like I'm some weight obsessed waif with an eating disorder. And while I realize these people love and care about me, I can't seem to get over the mess that this "compliment" has left in my head.