Clematis
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Day -5.
This morning I start 5 days of clear liquids, which I am so not going to enjoy, in preparation for DS surgery with Dr. Esquerra at Mexicali Bariatric Center on the 12th.
I was required to start an Atkins-like diet on October 28, but because I am an overachiever, I started it on October 18. Other than a planned 2 slices of "farewell" pizza on the 25th, I have been compliant at eating >120 gr protein, <25 gr carb and 1000-1200 cals.
I've also been taking 50k of D3, 2000mg of calcium citrate, B12 2500, Biotin 5k and multi-vit and hope I am sufficiently stored up for the surgery. If not, well it's too late to worry about it now.
I’ve dropped a few pounds on the Atkins diet (very few, like 9, but should lose another pound on the liquids), but I’m sure to bloat up after 5 days of drinking sodium-laden broth, both regular and Unjury protein. (Really, you’d think “medical grade” protein would go easy on the salt. Good old Costco chicken broth has half the salt of Unjury.) The doctor's recommended liquid diet is only about 300 calories a day. Yikes.
I'm telling no one about the surgery other than my husband. I abruptly got up and moved away from someone with a bad cold at a meeting on Thursday, explaining, "Sorry but I'm having surgery next week and can't get sick." Oops. Of course, everyone then asked what kind of surgery. I said it was nothing and I didn't want to talk about it. One woman said, "OK but can you just tell me in what general area of your body?" Now I'm getting emails and calls from many of them wishing me luck... and what kind of surgery are you having again? Bwahaha. They're all quite old so misbehaving body parts are a prime source of conversation.
Although everyone here who has had DS surgery with Esquerra in the past month or so has had a remarkably smooth and rapid recovery, I never the less have butterflies. I feel a little tachycardic -- or maybe that's just from all the damn SALT.
One of the reasons I want this surgery and I want to maintain a normal weight is so MY body MY weight is not a point of conversation with others. I'm so sick of people smiling and asking if I've lost weight, frowning and asking if I'm getting any exercise, looking me up and down and rolling their eyes in disgust. I don't ever want to have the elderly man across the street who I've never spoken with flag down my car, run up to my window and in from of my children say, "You've gotten pretty fat. I thought I should say something in case you hadn't noticed." I never want to enter the coat department at Dillards to see if they had a different color of a coat I had bought for myself the day before at Macy's, only to hear the elfin clerk roar with laughter from across the department, pause her transaction with another customer and bellow over the racks, "Ma'am, MA'AM!There's nothing for someone your size here." I just want to BE. My body, my business, and have no one so much as give my body a second thought.
Yowser. Where did all THAT come from? A little repressed anger. Or maybe it's just the salt.
This morning I start 5 days of clear liquids, which I am so not going to enjoy, in preparation for DS surgery with Dr. Esquerra at Mexicali Bariatric Center on the 12th.
I was required to start an Atkins-like diet on October 28, but because I am an overachiever, I started it on October 18. Other than a planned 2 slices of "farewell" pizza on the 25th, I have been compliant at eating >120 gr protein, <25 gr carb and 1000-1200 cals.
I've also been taking 50k of D3, 2000mg of calcium citrate, B12 2500, Biotin 5k and multi-vit and hope I am sufficiently stored up for the surgery. If not, well it's too late to worry about it now.
I’ve dropped a few pounds on the Atkins diet (very few, like 9, but should lose another pound on the liquids), but I’m sure to bloat up after 5 days of drinking sodium-laden broth, both regular and Unjury protein. (Really, you’d think “medical grade” protein would go easy on the salt. Good old Costco chicken broth has half the salt of Unjury.) The doctor's recommended liquid diet is only about 300 calories a day. Yikes.
I'm telling no one about the surgery other than my husband. I abruptly got up and moved away from someone with a bad cold at a meeting on Thursday, explaining, "Sorry but I'm having surgery next week and can't get sick." Oops. Of course, everyone then asked what kind of surgery. I said it was nothing and I didn't want to talk about it. One woman said, "OK but can you just tell me in what general area of your body?" Now I'm getting emails and calls from many of them wishing me luck... and what kind of surgery are you having again? Bwahaha. They're all quite old so misbehaving body parts are a prime source of conversation.
Although everyone here who has had DS surgery with Esquerra in the past month or so has had a remarkably smooth and rapid recovery, I never the less have butterflies. I feel a little tachycardic -- or maybe that's just from all the damn SALT.
One of the reasons I want this surgery and I want to maintain a normal weight is so MY body MY weight is not a point of conversation with others. I'm so sick of people smiling and asking if I've lost weight, frowning and asking if I'm getting any exercise, looking me up and down and rolling their eyes in disgust. I don't ever want to have the elderly man across the street who I've never spoken with flag down my car, run up to my window and in from of my children say, "You've gotten pretty fat. I thought I should say something in case you hadn't noticed." I never want to enter the coat department at Dillards to see if they had a different color of a coat I had bought for myself the day before at Macy's, only to hear the elfin clerk roar with laughter from across the department, pause her transaction with another customer and bellow over the racks, "Ma'am, MA'AM!There's nothing for someone your size here." I just want to BE. My body, my business, and have no one so much as give my body a second thought.
Yowser. Where did all THAT come from? A little repressed anger. Or maybe it's just the salt.
