“Just leave me alone with my thermometer and the one nostril I can breathe out of.”

GUYS. I miss you. I miss writing. I miss social media. I am not dead or dying (contrary to my whining to anyone who will listen 😂🙄🙈), just sick. Luckily, nothing serious or to do with my surgery, but my pouch is certainly more sensitive to vomiting than my stomach ever was, which has been an adjustment.

I’ve been sick for more than a week now, and while I’m definitely on the upswing (finally?!?), I am stuck at the bottom of a mountain of catching up. Also stuck at the bottom of a mountain of tissues – I’ve never seen so much grossness! I have exciting things going on here, and I will begin to ease myself back into the swing of my routine, starting with this post.

This may be short and sweet, but I do bring good news! I had my weigh-in with my surgeon the other day, and I have lost 80 pounds!! More where that came from, but that’s a story for later. 😉

 

So keep your eyes peeled! I’ll be right back with a ton more content that I’m so excited to share with you!!

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SKINNY Bucket List (Part 1)!

SKINNY Bucket List

Things I can’t wait to do as the weight comes off!

As the weight really begins to come off, the small changes I see in my body are producing big moments in my journey, and it’s making me more and more excited for life post-op! My best friend noticed that as I get smaller, my corner on the couch seems further and further away from her spot. It’s not anything big, but it’s more than I’ve had in years. Hope. A light at the end of this tunnel. And I’m not out of it yet, but it’s there! It’s about the time that I’ve noticed many others really beginning to notice and embrace all the changes (3 months), and I seem to be right on schedule. I am finally really beginning to see significant changes in my body, things are getting smaller and my clothes are noticeably bigger. 

It’s about the time that I’ve noticed many others really beginning to notice and embrace all the changes (3 months), and I seem to be right on schedule. I am finally really beginning to see significant changes in my body, things are getting smaller and my clothes are noticeably bigger. I’m already dreaming of new summer clothes!

It’s in these little victories that our ultimate success really lies, so focusing on these little things, all the ways that living will be easier, and more satisfying, and less stressful – it matters. It’s so important to not get caught up in being impatient and frustrated and discouraged at all of the natural valleys and plateaus our weight forms as it goes down – because nothing worth having comes easy. And now I can look at this list (I plan to post more parts!) and remember all the amazing things I’ve already accomplished.

  • Crossing my legs.

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  • Hiking.

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  • Taking a flight anywhere without worrying about my weight/size even once.
  • My rings getting too big. Hey, I’m not married – it just means I get new rings! 😂

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  • Wearing dresses again. Comfortably. And looking good in them? (Gulp!)
  • No more excess chins! I mean, as great as holding your phone way up over your head for selfies might be…
  • More energy!!!!!!! In my case, I have spent a very large portion of my life asleep. This is a culmination of a bunch of different factors, but the fact is that when I’m sticking to my ordered diet and exercise plan, the rest of the factors are usually pretty easy to overcome. Naps are still one of my favorite things, but I don’t need them every day like I used to.
  • One day: wear a wedding dress, and look pretty in it. This is a long ways away, but I’m like many other girls and have dreamt of my wedding day since I was old enough to know what weddings were. Provided that I get married one day, this is one I can’t wait to cross off.

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  • One day: successfully sustain a pregnancy and have a healthy baby without worrying about my weight and what effect it will have. I’ve wanted to be a mom most of my life. I remember wanting to start to have babies by the time I was 20, and I definitely wanted at least 6 of them. Things have certainly changed since then (thankfully!), but I still want to be a mom one day, and I want that relationship to start with me being healthy and able to create a nurturing environment without the added worry of being obese.

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  • Traveling to Rome and actually being able to walk around the city and sightsee the way a normal person would. There are a ton of other places I’d love to go, too, but Rome has been my ideal travel location for nearly two decades.

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  • Wear boyfriend’s t-shirts – and have them be big on me. There has always been something so cute to me about the idea of wearing a boy’s shirt, and swimming in it. The comfy, big t-shirt that hangs nearly down to the knees, that smells like him – can’t wait for that one.

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  • Not being so humiliated by the thought of swimming in a public pool. I don’t need to be the hottest girl there, but it would be nice to be able to go for a swim without feeling like you’re the receiving end of a joke that lasts from the moment your swimsuit is on until the moment you’re back in your own clothes.

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  • Needing to ask for a smaller size instead of a bigger one when I’m trying on something and it doesn’t fit. Personally, I don’t remember the last time this happened. Trying on clothes as the weight comes off is going to be a brand new experience! I’m used to loathing the dressing room. Maybe we can kiss and make up one day.
  • Not needing to worry about how small the stalls in public restrooms are. Uncomfortable, awkward, embarrassing, frustrating – you girls feel me? I can’t wait to just be average.
  • Being able to go to Disneyland and walk around all day without terrible pain. I’ve never been to a Disney park and this has been a dream of mine since I was a kid. I’ve avoided going thus far as an adult because I know I’ll have a lot more fun if I’m not in pain, and I continued with the “I’ll start tomorrow” mindset with a diet for years. I’m gonna make it there now, I’m determined! I’ll see you soon, Mouse!

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  • Boots! They’re uncomfortable and unflattering on me now, but I have a feeling I’m going to have an obsession with them. Here we go…

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  • Sitting comfortably in chairs with arms! I can’t remember the last time that happened. That awkward position can get uncomfortable real quick! I’ve already noticed a difference in my general width when it comes to chairs, so I’m excited to see it continue!
  • Getting to a place where exercise feels good, and it’s something I enjoy doing. It’s been a long time since exercise has been fun to me, and that’s always been because of my weight. I don’t remember what exercise feels like without all of the negative parts that come with being overweight – but I am excited to find out!
  • More band shirts! I don’t even know how many times I’ve been to a concert and wanted a cute band t-shirt or hoodie or tank, only to find that, as per usual, there were no sizes above XL. At some point you just kind of stop trying, because they never carry bigger sizes. But now I can actually showcase the things I’m a fan of, especially bands. There will certainly be no shortage of fandoms in my closet!
  • No more sitting at the handicapped accessible desks at school! When I was in college (4 years, no degree yet, Psychology major), notes were impossible to take in lecture halls unless I was able to sit at a desk. These were usually at the front of the classroom, meant for those in wheelchairs, but it’s where the fat people sat. Fear of this situation contributed to why I didn’t finish – I was too afraid of switching to a State University from my little Community College to finish out my required courses. I didn’t want to deal with the anxiety and humiliation of it all, especially on top of being in a new place with large crowds of people in the age group that typically weren’t always kind to me. It’s going to feel so good to be able to walk onto campus and worry solely about my studies – not about how my weight is going to influence my day.

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  • Reaching my goal weight and knowing that no one else did this – that it was all me. I made better choices, I made the changes, I used the tool I’d been given and I invested in myself for the first time in my life. That I am worth something, because I made myself worth something.
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March 2017 – Waiting For the Car to Warm Up Sucks

March Weight Recap

01/25/17 to 04/04/17

 

“At least I don’t weigh 500 pounds! 🐷🐽🐄”

 

Six months ago, I might have been annoyed by this comment. It might have even brought me to tears, if I’d been feeling particularly fat that day. Today? I just laughed when this insult was thrown at me. (Emoji’s and everything!) This surgery has changed that part of me, because I know that I’m doing something – and there are so much worse things I could be. And to be honest, of all the bad things going on in the world right now, being fat should be the least of our worries. Let’s first worry about being kind, and respectful, and showing compassion. Then maybe we’ll worry about why someone else’s weight offends you so much.

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It’s been 11 weeks today since my surgery, and I’m finally starting to learn more about my pouch and understand how this process works. This is partly good and partly bad, but all necessary as I make progress! Even though some parts of this might not be fun, I’m determined to take the bad with the good, because I know it will all be worth it in the end.

 

  • I. Am. Freezing. It’s actually been warming up here in California, it’s been regularly in the 70’s, even reaching 80 the other day. But it doesn’t seem to matter much, I’m always cold. I was already bad with the cold so this was expected but unwelcomed. (Especially by those privy to my whining!)

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  • Nutrition comes from protein shakes and vitamins. My surgeon had to remind me of this on my second appointment. I knew it, but it just seemed so foreign to me to go so long without eating, like I was being unhealthy and I guess I just went into panic mode.  That I had to get something in me. However, once you relax and learn that you aren’t just going to keel over from malnutrition if you go a few days without eating anything, it’s much easier to trust the process. It’s just weird at first.
  • I have felt the suburbs of this big energy metropolis I hear everyone referencing so often, and the tired haze I used to feel is much easier to see through, in comparison. I think mostly I’m trying to fight the mental tendency to get overwhelmed and just shut down. Now where I’d usually just give up and avoid it all, I’ve been pushing myself to fight through it, even if it means I don’t accomplish much – it’s better than letting myself fall into old habits that are little more than a pathway back down the road I just came from.
  • The hardest daily goal for me to hit is definitely the water – it’s hard to keep pushing that much liquid in, and to make it habit. I have no problems with getting my protein in, and my vitamins, but the water is just so easy to forget about!
  • The BFF keeps telling me that my arms show the biggest change, whereas it’s hard for me to see that. I still don’t feel any smaller, per se – I know that I am losing, and I notice randomly that things are smaller than they used to be. (Example: “Hey, you can see the muscle on my arm now instead of just fat!” or “These pants weren’t this big last time I wore them…”) But it’s still hard to notice a difference when I look in the mirror. This is common, apparently many people don’t feel any different until about 3 months out, when the weight really starts to come off as the body fully heals and the metabolism starts really putting pedal to the metal, so to speak. It helps to know that my progress is normal, even if I’m feeling disappointed that it’s not going away faster, and keeps me from feeling discouraged on the whole.

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  • I have lost the pleasure of eating – it now just kind of feels like a chore. This is common too, especially for more recent surgeries, and lasts for the first few years post-op. It kind of sucks, but it’s also exciting to try to find other things to make you happy. People, hobbies, music, traveling, there’s so many things to shift that focus to, instead. Just, you know, remember that you have to eat (or drink a protein shake) every now and then!
  • Chicken and turkey are still a big “no” for Evelyn Pouch. I’ve gotten sick a handful of times – the first time, I ate too fast. I was watching TV and not paying attention to taking slow, tiny bites. I paid for it! Every other time since then has been when I’ve tried to eat chicken or turkey. It gets stuck, no matter how much I chew. For some people it takes as long as a year to be able to eat it again, I hope I’m not one of those. There’s so many good chicken recipes I want to try!

 

March was definitely a month of adjustment and searching for new, healthy habits. Some of them stuck (protein coffee – yes, please!) and some didn’t (updating my blog every day…), but it all helped me settle more into my new life. You never know unless you try, and that’s been my March Mantra. (I didn’t even plan that one!)

 

Honestly, while the actual scale didn’t move as much as I wanted it to (it did move – significant amounts, even, I’m just impatient and set the bar a little too high for myself), I still feel the good effects of what I’m doing. I can feel the strength in my body in places I haven’t in a very long time. I feel more driven, and focused. I feel overwhelmed when I look at the length of the journey I have to make, but I try to remind myself that big successes are just made up of a bunch of little ones. And now the journey has started, and I’m on the road. No matter how slow the progress may be, at least there’s progress. And I’ll get there.

 

Learning patience is definitely my goal for April! Patience and more water. Sip, sip sip!

 

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The Weight-Loss Story So Far – My Gastric Bypass Story From the Beginning to Now

The Weight-Loss Story So Far

My Gastric Bypass Story From the Beginning to Now

Letting Go of the Old and Embracing the New Me

 

Making the decision and actually having Gastric Bypass surgery to lose weight has been a lifechanging experience for me. So far, this weight-loss journey has been difficult, rewarding, challenging and the best choice I’ve ever made. This is my story, from the beginning of my weight problem to now.

 

I’ve been overweight for as long as I can remember. I don’t really know what it feels like to not be. Like everyone who has found themselves in this position, I’ll readily admit that I had an addiction to food. I was raised on fast or restaurant food nearly every single day and very few healthy choices available at home. I don’t blame anyone else for my weight. But, I also understand how fundamental healthy eating habits are from day one. Having a healthier foundation of food may not have saved me from obesity, I don’t know. But I do know it didn’t do me any favors.

 

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When I was about 10, my mom (250 pounds) started to lose weight. She had been overweight most of her life, as well, and wanted the weight off. She read a book about weight loss and all its seductive freedom, and was motivated enough to keep it off. I remember being jealous of what she was accomplishing, wondering why I couldn’t do it myself. Tips my mom gave me were readily accessible. “A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips!” or “Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels!” were common. We still went out every night, she would just choose lower calorie items that kept her within her daily allowance.

 

Especially as a teenager, I hated myself. I was bullied, which led to self-deprecation that I didn’t have the capacity to handle. My weight, the food, my general coping mechanisms were all so contorted, and definitely anything but healthy. Although this point in my life was one of the darkest, it also tightened a resolve within me. Even if it didn’t do it today, or tomorrow, or even in a year – someday, I was going to lose this weight. I didn’t know how, or when it would happen, but I never lost hope that I could be healthy, and I have always referred to it as a certainty. “When I lose weight,” or “When I’m smaller.”

 

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I was in such a deep denial about how big of a problem (literally!) I’d gotten myself into that I allowed all of those “when”’s to be pushed back, time and time again. I’d be so afraid of failing, that I would sabotage myself. Or I would get so upset about something and begin to justify eating those feelings as though it was an emergency situation that no one could blame me for. Food helped me keep that switch turned to OFF, and helped keep those feelings at bay. Of course, when I was empty again, I felt even worse, as well as stabbing pangs of guilt for using food to mask my feelings. And then I’d have to make those feelings stop, too, so I’d eat. And then I’d give up, convinced I could never do this.

 

Through every hard time in my life, food was always there, and always made me feel better. It’s not something I’m proud of, but that doesn’t change the fact that food comforted me. The weight had to come from somewhere, and given what my triggers for eating are and always have been, it’s become pretty clear that emotional eating is my biggest hang-up that’s always hindered my progress in the past. It’s where I always seemed to get tripped up and, as a result, give up.

 

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I knew, in a general sense, what Gastric Bypass surgery was, and I had remained adamant for my entire adult life that I could lose the weight on my own if I tried, and I didn’t need to have my stomach stapled to see results. I just needed to have the willpower to resist the temptation to eat that came along whenever I was feeling particularly stressed. My weight had yo-yo’ed somewhat through my life, and while I’d always remained obese, I’d lost up to 100 pounds at one time. Granted, not in a healthy way, but this became my bargaining chip with myself. Putting it off because I could just do it later became my way of justifying trying to fill up that emotional space.

 

There was never any one event that pushed me over the edge, so to speak. It was a gradual build up of things, but most of all just being sick of my life. Living life at almost 450 pounds certainly wasn’t what I’d imagined my life to be. I never would have guessed when I was 20, that I’d still have all the weight I’d resolved to lose and then some by the time I turned 30. I just felt trapped by where I was, not sure where to summon the strength to try again when I knew that I was always my own worst enemy, always making the wrong choices.

 

Initially, the reason that I decided to look up more about Weight Loss Surgery was sheer curiosity. I had no idea how the different procedures worked and what kind of lifestyle was expected afterwards. I did an online seminar before I even called, soaking it all in and allowing my own mind to settle on this surgery as a possible solution for me. Would I benefit from it? Would I succeed? Would there be complications? Would I be able to give up everything required of me?

 

From the first day I walked into my surgeon’s office, I felt an assurance that this was the right path for me. I wanted to do this, I wanted to give myself this chance, because I have wasted enough of my life being tangled in something that’s done nothing but hold me back. There was a light at the end of the tunnel when I considered what my life would be like with Gastric Bypass. Even though I knew it wouldn’t be easy, and I wouldn’t be perfect, I also knew that this could be the missing piece. This tool could be exactly what I need to push me through into real success. I remember my surgeon looking shocked that I seemed so knowledgeable and sure about everything from the moment I walked into his office. I was ready for the change, because my solution hadn’t been working.

 

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As difficult as it was (and believe me, it was – I gave up everything that was high in carbs, sugar, soda and cigarettes), I did it. I surprised even myself with how dedicated I was. My 6 month waiting period was full of self-reflection and learning. I started to listen to my body, and what it was telling me – if I needed to add more water, or eat some protein, or stop eating the carbs. Once I understood how my body worked and what it was trying to tell me, it was easy to hear it. I noticed things about my body that I never had before. That carbs tricked my body into making it think it was hungry when it wasn’t, for example. Or how much more awake and focused I was able to be when I had stayed away from the carbs.

 

From the first appointment with my surgeon until the morning of my surgery, I don’t think I lost more than 20 pounds in total. But I gained so much knowledge. Every time I cheated, and regretted it, I gained one more lesson about why I’m only hurting myself by cheating. I also learned very quickly that mentally beating myself up every time I screw up doesn’t do any good either. It’s all about picking yourself up and trying again, not losing the resolve for success. When I ate according to my surgeon’s plan and stuck to my diet, I learned quickly how much healthier I felt and how the scale reacted to it. I learned how important celebrating the small victories is. From the moment I was wheeled into surgery, I felt ready and prepared for this change. I knew what was required of me, and I had faith in myself that I could accomplish my goals – for the first time, I truly believed it. I’d already accomplished more than I thought I could.

 

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It’s now been nearly 2 months, and in that time, I’ve lost more than 40 pounds. I’m not eating that much now even though I’ve been cleared to eat most foods. All of the nutrition I need, I get from my protein shakes and my daily vitamins. Anything I eat past that is just extra protein, calories, etc. I still eat sometimes, things like eggs, yogurt or cheese, tuna or vegetables, but I don’t eat even a small percentage of what I used to eat, and some days I don’t even eat. Part of the surgery involves decreasing the hormone in the stomach that makes you feel hungry, and I definitely have noticed that, but it feels good. I feel like I have more room to find myself and figure out who I am under all the weight. And that’s so exciting for me.

 

My only regret with this surgery, as cliche as it may sound, is that I didn’t have it done earlier. I look back at all of the life that I missed out on, both as a teenager and then the entirety of my 20’s, and I definitely feel that sting. I missed out. It’s time that I’ll never get back. And even though I’ve made my peace with that, and decided to look towards the awesome future I’ll have instead, I really wish I would have stood up and taken my own life back sooner. Maybe there is a reason I was supposed to wait. But even as long as the road ahead may be, it feels so incredible to know that I’m finally traveling it. I’m here, and I’ve made it this far.

 

It’s hard not to be impatient when it comes to getting all the weight off – I struggle most with feeling frustrated that it’s not all just vanishing! – but it’s helping me to learn the extent of damage that I caused my body by being so big, and giving me lots of time to dream about what my future will be like. Healthy and happy, and I won’t settle for anything less!

 

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