Thursday, July 29, 2010
Garden of Eatin
I've been bringing Bella to work and she's killing me. I'm so thankful to work with family because anyone else would have fired me by now.
I take Bella out periodically during the day though occasionally I missed those "periodicals." I brought into work my bottle of Nature's Miracle. I need to spray NM all over the carpeting at work, then freeze the floor like an ice skating rink so that when Bella pees, her pee will instantly freeze into ice.
I took Bella for a quick walk before work this morning. First thing she found was a a small, stinking carcass in two parts. It was mostly hair, like a pelt. I got the first part of hair out of her mouth, then she ran after the second part. I got that out and stuck it in my brother in laws car wash bucket so she couldnt' keep after it - and he won't know the difference when he's washing the car. After I wrestled the second part of the hairy carcass out of her jaws, we walked further out into the garden. Then Bella found some deer poop hors d'oeuvres for a quick snack. There are several deer poop hors d'oeuvres areas around my sister's yard. She spends thousands of dollars on deer resistant plants to ensure a huge population of deer and deer poop. Bella immediately popped one poop in her mouth. I wrestled it out, smushed between my fingers.
I went to my post-op appointment -- post-op from WLS. The doc said I have not lost enough weight even if it's more weight than I've lost in the last 3 years combined, and told me I have to lose 20 lbs this next month. I was feeling pretty good about the loss so far which he had at 24 lbs because he subtracted incorrectly and I have at 32 lbs because I added in the water they gave me during surgery. So unofficially, I've lost 27 lbs but he does not know this. He asked me if he was right with his subtraction? I didn't question him. He's the doctor. I can hardly count on my fingers. I bow to authority even if their math skills sucks wads. This must be why surgeons always have so many people in the operating room with them. As math backups. Someone has to count all those Dorsey dissectors and 10-mm Weck Hem-o-lok clips - I'm here to tell you, it's not my doctor doing the counting.
Now it's protein and more protein in the form of meat and protein drinks. The doctor said to aim for 80 grams of protein a day. He was angry (sort of) that I had been reading blogs and other books on WLS because he said, "Those people did not do surgery on you!" So all the WLS folks eating beans and peanuts and peanut butter and other things that seem to be okay, don't make an appointment with my doctor and you'll do just fine.
The appointment was interesting. Before going in to see the doctor, I was proud of what I'd accomplished in a short time. I'm getting thinner and healthier - I can cart my bod back and forth up the hill at home without too much screaming. I'm wearing smaller clothing (perhaps I should NOT be!?) and very happy I chose surgery. No regrets.
Part of the weight loss issue is when a person is overweight, a person sometimes gets to this place in their head where they think they can not lose anymore weight -- guess that's called a plateau. Maybe I was worried that I had plateaued already post-surgery. Though that's just ridiculous -- as ridiculous as wrestling deer poop hors d'oeuvres out of a little puppy's mouth when all you wanted to do was take a morning stroll through a beautiful garden.