Tuesday October 30th marked two big things in my life: my firstborn, Footlong, turned 7, and I started my pre-op diet for my upcoming surgery. I figure that a journey of infinite miles begins with a single step so I plan to count the pre-op diet as the point from which I started.
With all the devastation on the East coast in the wake of Hurricane Sandy I didn’t feel like shooting video and talking about me, me, me on Tuesday. Just thinking about it made me feel selfish in light of people with real problems. Monday night J picked up some take out from Romano’s Macaroni Grill, and I ate my last meal without having to worry about how much I was eating, the protein intake, fat/carb content, etc. He and I split an order of calamari as our appetizer. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to eat fried foods again; some foods with high fat content will cause uncomfortable side effects in a gastric bypass patient. I enjoyed Chicken Scallopine as my entree, and I savored the entire thing from start to finish. It was wonderful. I ate a small piece of their rosemary bread, and for dessert I bade a fond farewell to sugary carbs as I enjoyed two glazed donuts.
I managed to peel myself away from the news on Tuesday morning to weigh myself. I figured that after enjoying a few last vices (namely alcohol and carbs) in the previous few weeks that I would be heavier than normal. I was right. I am humbled and embarrassed to admit this, but I officially started my journey at 293.5 pounds. That weight was in the buff. I teared up for a minute, and then I told myself to stop the fucking boo-hooing because I would never, ever weigh that much again.
Day 1 of the pre-op diet was tough: it was the first time in my life I had ever dieted without eating food. With the lack of carbs I felt sluggish and irritable. It was odd to go in the kitchen and realize that I could not eat anything—not even salad. I drank three protein shakes (30g protein each) over the course of the day, enjoyed two bowls of sugar-free jello, one sugar-free popsicle, and a ton of water. I tried to make soup yesterday, and it was good. I mixed chicken broth, beef broth, and a bit of mushroom broth. I added onions, carrots, celery, and garlic and cooked it for an hour or so. I discarded the solids and ate a big bowl of broth; it tasted pretty good, but, unfortunately, it ran right through me. The thought of eating more (I had leftovers in the fridge) made me queasy so I bit the bullet and poured it down the drain. My friend Deena gave me great encouragement, and I muddled through the day.
Day 2 started with another birthday suit weigh-in, and I lost 4 pounds of water weight; I weighed in at 289.5. A high protein and low carb diet will cause a rapid loss of water weight, but I was surprised that it was 4 pounds worth. I was hungry, tired, and irritable all day. I figured it out, and with my 3 protein shakes a day and unlimited clear liquids and water (no soda), I am consuming 500 calories at best. The headaches from caffeine withdrawal are fucking terrible. Everytime I cough I feel like my brain is going to explode.
Today is Day 3, and I have apparently lost another pound overnight; I weighed in at 288.5 this morning. As I sit here and type this I have a protein shake and a glass of water in front of me. There are errands I’d like to run, but to be perfectly honest, I don’t have the fucking energy or patience right now. The lack of calories and carbohydrates has turned me into a fucking mega bitch. I’m not joking. Last night I snapped at J and called him an inconsiderate bastard because he was eating dinner in front of me. I apologized, of course. See? Mega bitch.
On a non-diet topic, the kiddos enjoyed Halloween! Footlong was dressed as a cop, and 6-inch was a chicken. J took the kids trick-or-treating, and I stayed home to pass out candy. And to make sure I wasn’t tempted to eat any candy, when the last trick-or-treater came I dumped the remaining candy in the bowl in her bag 🙂
Here are some pictures of the kids. I’m thinking I’ll do photos and videos of myself Monday…..the day before surgery. Thank you all for your support, encouragement, and kind words; they are a balm for my soul (LMAO….I had to squeeze that in there).