One Week - Post Op!

My cousin posted this on Facebook this morning and boy does this sum up how I'm feeling right now.  My best friend asked me the week before surgery why (what) had changed that now I felt inside I could do this.  It's a switch in the brain that the evil food munches have  had their hands on and now the supportive little people running around my brain neurons have control on FOREVER.   

Yes I know that's cute and glib the real reason, for me anyway, is the switch in control because of the structure I am now under. I know that if I don't follow the program guidelines to a T I won't have the weight loss I want but that's the side effect the real thing is if I don't follow the guidelines I won't achieve the healthy state I want to live the rest of my life in.  This glorious tool I've allowed myself to take will give me the strength to say no and the strength to stay strong.  Hey baby that's all I need right now.  Remember I'm still on those baby steps and these 5 days (well not quite 5 for a few more hours) home from the hospital have been the pits emotionally.

I feel physically better basically minute by minute but the scales kept going in the wrong direction and I know I know you're going to say, simple stay off the scales, Yes, I know that's the answer and it's extremely hard to do.  I think myself that I've finally beginning to take off the 11 yep that's right 11 pounds I had gained since I walked through the hospital door on the 16th.  Now wouldn't that scare you a tad if you knew you weren't eating but munchkin portions and still the scales kept going up?  Yesterday and today seem to be taking a reverse pattern, yep that's me you're hearing doing the Yippee-Ky-Ay dance around here.  Well with the pulled and tucked stomach dance, it's not as cute as it sounds.  But I'm still happy to see things moving in the right direction, DOWN.

I'm amazed frankly that I'm not gnawing off the doorknobs but I'm really not hungry. Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner are great, the foods ok but I'm not dying to eat it and sometimes have trouble finishing. Remembering to NOT drink while I eat is a major hang up for me.  I didn't realize how much I drank while eating, but there again those old tricks we've all used so many times along the way, fill up on water and you won't eat a much, don't apply to me anymore.  For those of you not familiar with the ByPass diet of life you don't drink 30 minutes prior or after your meal. 

So all in all I'm still a very happy camper I did this, as time moves forward and pounds shed I know I will be even happier.  A lot of the bloat I had before surgery is still gone, even though the scales are being stinky.  My pants, even my jeans come on without undue distress (yanking -- pulling -- finally pleading, don't you suckers rip on me!) 

As much as I hate to post it here's the photo of me the morning we left for the Hospital on January 16th.  Seems like eons ago.

Keep in mind this is a 

'NO MAKE-UP

NO HAIR PRODUCT'

photo!  And as far as I'm concerned

the last one you'll ever see of me like this!!!