I can't believe it's almost been a week since I went in for surgery.
Things are going well. I weighed myself for the first time since before surgery. Since I've started the lap band journey, I am down 13 pounds. Since surgery, I am down 6 pounds. The doctor told me the first few weeks after surgery I can lose nothing, or anywhere from 10-12 pounds. I expected nothing, but so far am down 6 more pounds.
My days have been altering on how I'm feeling. If I feel great one day, the next I'm always exhausted and sore. My husband thinks that I am doing too much on the days I feel great, making me more tired and sore. Today I feel great, but am taking it easy.
My doctor's office called and set up my first follow up visit for September 27th; which is 19 days after surgery. I didn't know if that was normal, since I thought he wanted to see me the first week after surgery. Oh well. The lady said that I will see him then, and schedule to go down two weeks later for my first fill. So basically a month after surgery.
I've been doing alright with my eating. Mashed potatoes have been good, but I've been leaning back to the broths and stuff, it tastes better lol. I bought some Activia Vanilla yogurt, and although I'm not a plain or vanilla yogurt lover, I really like theirs. The protein amount is good, and it tastes good. It has a sweet and tart flavor, and I really like it.
I am using liquid vitamins as well as a liquid calcium (I used to take both as pills, but they told me no pills for a while). The multi-vitamin is brown and tastes so tart it makes my jaws pucker. I hate it. The calcium tastes like a milk of magnesia, and it also sucks. After I take them, I drink some apple juice; it usually takes away the funk taste in my mouth from them.
Last night my husband and daughter wanted some spaghetti, so I made some, and we all sat down to dinner, and it was the first night that was an eye opener for me. I didn't like the fact that they got to eat noodles and sauce while I got some yogurt and a protein shake. It bummed me out that I just scooped their meal in a bowl, and got out the measuring spoons for mine. It's something I definitely need to adjust to.
On another note, I have become concern that I have yet to have a bowel movement. Reading all these blogs about never trusting a fart, and when you do poop it'll be more like the runs...I have this like fear of using the bathroom. Anytime I feel gas coming out the bottom end, I go straight to the bathroom. The Mister finds this extremely amusing, but it's like a real fear I have. I'm concerned that I haven't gone since last Wednesday....so, I called my Mom. lol.
My Mom (just like the doctor) said it's normal, that it'll happen when it happens, not to panic. I was told (by both) to drink lots of water and liquids, and it'll just happen. That there is nothing I can eat or drink to make it happen. For whatever reason, I only half listened. I'm lactose intolerant, and last night ate some vanilla soft served ice cream. Not very much, but what I considered enough (less than 1/4 cup).
I waited, waited, finally went to sleep. Got up this morning, and no luck. This is the first time ever that ice cream hasn't just gone right through me. I don't understand. On a negative note, it made my stomach super upset, so now I know, don't do that.
- Until next time.