Originally Posted by
AllieGator
Well this has been quite an experience (dare I say adventure?) of good and not so good. Here is the good: I am six months out and the hard facts are that I have lost 42 lbs and have gone from 198 to 155 - Size 16/18 to mostly 10s. I am not sure where my weight loss will level out, but this is a weight and size I never thought I'd see.
For the first time in a very long time, it is actually enjoyable to go out and try on/buy new clothes, because I look good in them, not because they "are good enough." In the past, I have literally have had a complete meltdown or two in a store dressing room, crying as I felt I looked terrible and like a big fat pig in everything I tried on. Where several months ago, I was wondering what the heck I had done going to Tijuana by myself to have the gastric sleeve performed, I am now finally glad I did.
Here is the not so good: Like many "sleevers," I too have lost about 1/4 to 1/3 of my hair. Luckily, I had a lot of hair to begin with, but it's weird to see so much hair in my brushes and in my hands when I am blow drying my hair. I read that this is temporary....hopefully it is. I have lost muscle mass, particularly in my upper thighs. Even when I was heavy, I always had solid legs....feeling loose skin and lack of muscle is foreign to me and makes me feel old. I am guessing more exercise ought to help with that and I will be making that a goal for 2016. I feel more lethargic than I used to and look a little older in the face because my fat is no longer pushing out my nasal labial folds (fancy words for those line that run from your nostrils to your mouth) me at any size.
Everyone tells me that I look amazing. My husband, who is a smart and wonderful man, reminds me that he loves me and has always loved me at any size. I am less self conscious now when he touches me and my back fat is mostly non-existent....what a great feeling.
Finally...the food thing. Being forced to eat much less doesn't address my neurotic compulsion to comfort myself with food. I still feel the emotions to want to eat more and although I stop when I am full....that little voice deep down inside of me wonders if I am going to gain the weight back.....hopefully not.
Until this week, I had literally had no aftercare whatsoever except for blogs and one friend, as several doctors refused to see me because I went to Mexico for my surgery and they were worried about the liability. That was a little unsettling. I finally scheduled my first physical in 15 years and told my new doctor about the sleeve surgery and she ordered a panel of tests for my nutrients.....the results were that I needed to add a B complex and D in higher quantities, but everything else checked out well, so that was a relief.
My family was not happy with me for "risking my health" and going alone to Tijuana to have this procedure done without sharing what I did until after the fact, but they are coming around....and are happy for me if I am happy.
So....this is my story 6 months out.....it will be interesting to see where I am physically and emotionally, in another six months. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Allison
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