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My Own Worst Enemy

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(Itís me. Iím my own worst enemy).

See, the problem I was having is that I couldnít tell when I was full. Sounds weird, I know. But there was no bloating or icky stuffed feeling to warn me, so Iíd nibble a little more. Eventually I stopped myself because common sense told me to (I do have common sense. Itís just slow and likes to pick its battles). I still lost weight- about 1.5 last week, but I wasnít exercising yet because of the exhaustion. I had only been home a week at that point and nothing bad was happening and I figured Iím ok.

NaÔvetť, thy name is Sweetpea.


I made guacamole, chicken wings, hot pretzels, plus crackers and dip. And I made my family leave the food in the kitchen, instead of bringing it to the living room as we would have normally done. That way, it wasnít sitting in front of me, taunting me. For my treat, I cheated with a fruit protein shake instead of a chocolate one. (Try and contain your excitement, please).

Well, I MADE the guacamole didnít I? Itís only right that I taste it before serving it to others. And the chicken wings were baked, not fried, so how bad could they be?

Fast forward to 3am:

My Lord, why has thou forsaken me?

Lord: Because you were a dumbass.

Stomach cramping, nausea, the feeling that I would soil myself if I didnít make it to the bathroom on time (which I did, thankfully). And thereby followed the WORST bout of...ummm...what should I call it? Blowing chunks? Chundering? Montezumas Revenge? Coupled with some seriously awful...umm...well, you get it.

I think part of the problem is that I expected to feel symptoms immediately after ďgoing too farĒ. As though an alarm would sound, telling me to shut my cake hole. But thatís not how it works.

It takes anywhere from 6-8 hours for most people to complete the digestive process. That means that I ate the last bite around 8pm, so 3am is when my penance would begin. I never thought about it that way.

What does this mean? Well, now itís time to tow the line because I know now that what I feel right away MEANS NOTHING. So Iím fine ten minutes after stuffing my gulletó it doesnít mean that all is well in Tummy Town. Patience is a virtue much like common sense: it shows up when it feels like it.

I need to think of my stomach as one of my children: small, delicate, obnoxious, but deserving of my patience. Also, I canít just leave it at the fire station.

Almost forgot: I managed to walk for 20 minutes yesterday. Slow speed, no intervals...just wanted to get into the swing of it. Iím using the C25K (Couch to 5k) app in tandem with MyFitnessPal and my FitBit. Basically, I canít scratch my keyster without it registering somewhere in the cloud. Iíve always used MFP and my FitBit, but the jury is out on C25Kó Iíll keep you posted.

And lastly, I wanted to thank everyone who has been kind enough to comment on my blogs. I donít always respond, but please know that I appreciate your insights and input.

Now if youíll excuse me,it seems Montezumaís Revenge is a two-part production.

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  1. Stacey03's Avatar
    EEEEKKKKK! Poor you! I know that i was told that the food goes in, starts passing through to the intestine then 3 hours later your sleeve is empty. Your bowels hate you LOL! But gawd I have had a couple of episodes of diahorrea since the sleeve and not fun! I think it might be a bit different for you sweetpea because of the stitches rather than removal ( that is what you had right?) One of my friends had this just recently and i know that she was able to move forward quite quickly in terms of what kind of food she can eat. She has to be a bit more mindful but nevertheless has done really well on weight loss so far. Good on you for the C25K, keep going, I'm keen on encouraging the running! But also.... please take it easy as you've just been really sick you crazy funny girl :-) x
  2. AnnieG's Avatar
    Oh I have heard the Lord speak dumbassery to me...eating too fast. Toad froth (rather than plague of toads) and diarrhea....

    Hoping you are feeling better!
  3. DesertGal's Avatar
    Thank you for the laughs, and I know you must have felt miserable, so I apologize. The first few months I couldn't eat. OMG, I was stuffed after two mouthfuls and thought 'If this is how it's going to be, I will be a stick figure pretty soon.' But alas, after 6 - 7 months, the appetite has come raging back. And you are right: sometimes if I have one too many bites, common sense tells me to STOP! But then there are times where I DO stop, only to feel like I have Bubonic plague hit full force. It doesn't happen too often because I have learned (being 11 months out), but it's true; with our stomach size now, the indigestion and BM issues can hit 3-6 hours later.