I Am On My Way

I learned a valuable lesson yesterday. When I left the hospital last week, they wrote on my discharge papers that my follow-up appointment would be Thursday. So I rolled my eyes when I got the computerized reminder that my appointment was today. Good thing I decided to give a second thought and show up today because it actually was today. So Lesson number 86, or whatever I am up to:  Verify everything  the hospital tells you. Ask questions, and follow up on your own.

So, my doctor walked into the exam room and grinned. I grinned when he said, "Lookin' good!" Sometimes we girls just need to be noticed!

Fact is, I am now down officially 26 pounds since the start of this journey. And I looked long and hard to find something in my closet that would show off that loss. So I wore my fitted stretch jeans with a long tapered top. I had to keep pulling my pants up because they kept slipping down to my hips. Does that mean that my waist has shrunk?? I am afraid to get out the tape measure lest I be disappointed.

I still have some swelling in my abdomen, but am healing nicely. I go to see him in a month. The super glue coverings are beginning to peel and all the slits itch. Gotta be a good sign.

I noticed something interesting. I had started eating cream of wheat and cream soups yesterday. When I weighed last night I had actually gained two pounds. I was very relieved when I lost them plus one extra this morning. When I told the doctor, he agreed with my thinking that I had reached my extreme weight loss from eating basically 700 calories or less a day for three weeks. Now that I am introducing more solid foods, my weight loss should start to be 2-4 pounds a week.

I am now at the point that I must be mindful of not overeating so as to not stretch my stomach pouch. I also have to be very leery of my food choices. I have decided that I will allow myself something slightly off my list once every two weeks. Which won't be much since because of the additional hernia repair, I must be on creamed/pureed food for the next three weeks. But my food now has flavor. It has texture, and every once in a while a lump that managed to miss the super-duper blender blades. I am a most happy camper.

Today I had tomato basil soup. It was so good, and I was in so much ecstasy that I thought I was having a heart attack.

It was glorious!