Wednesday, August 29, 2012

I Am a Success...No Matter What the Scale Told You




Okay.  So clearly I am not keeping up with this blog.  In my defense, I hardly have time to do much of anything with my (almost) 9 month old and my full-time job occupying me time.  I am learning through therapy (with a licensed clinical social worker /woman who had gastric bypass 9 years ago) and self-reflection that putting my own needs first is going to be a HUGE obstacle for me to overcome.  I am only able to write today because I had to stay home from work because I had a seizure this morning…my first one in about four years.  The stress of new mommyhood, work, clutter that I never seem to find the time to clean-up, and weight loss efforts apparently got the best of me.  I’m disappointed, but am trying to look at this “mandatory bed rest day” as an excuse to relax and do some things I enjoy…like blogging.

There is so much to talk about, I can’t possibly do it all in one post (or in the 30 minutes before the nanny leaves).  I’ll hit some of the highlights and try to elaborate in future posts. 

-          I have stuck-scale syndrome.  I’ve made a tremendous number of positive lifestyle changes and the scale has barely budged.  I’m down a total of about four pounds.  But I’ve been bouncing up and down in that four pound range for months.  It is really discouraging to put in the work I put in (physically and mentally), to give up some of the foods I really enjoy, and to be brutally honest with myself at every turn, only to have the scale ignore my efforts.  I know it shouldn’t be about the scale, but when you are fighting for a surgery date four months away and getting that date requires a loss of about 15 pounds by October 15th, the lack of progress on the scale is demoralizing.  Still…I’ve stuck with it.  I haven’t quit (even though the voice in my head just said “yet”), and I am NOT going to fail this time.

-          I found support.  YAY SUPPORT!!!   I am now going to the weekly weight loss support group at the hospital I will be having surgery at.  I could go on forever about all I have learned there, and all of the ways I have been inspired.  But, that’s better left for another post.  What I will say is that when I opened up about my lack of support from friends, family and my husband…I left the meeting with seven numbers of people who were instantly encouraging to me.  They were virtual strangers, but they were willing to offer their time and energy to me, to help me on my journey.  I still get tears in my eyes thinking about it.  The only other place I have felt that kind of instant love and support is in an infertility support group I used to belong to.  There are some parallels between the two groups.  For one, I am entering WLS feeling like I am a failure and fearful that I will never get to the place I know I need to, and am meant to be at.  Another similarity is that I can tell already I am going to make some lifelong friends.  No matter how alone you may feel in the place you are in…whether related to obesity, or infertility, or chronic illness…there ARE others with similar situations.  You aren’t alone.  That thought is enough to keep me going.
-          I am starting to view “success” differently.  Success may have nothing to do with the number on the scale (though I wish I could have some success there, too).  Success is realizing areas that my life needs improvement and putting in the work to improve those areas.  Success is finding the strength to stick with something that is really hard…even when it is uncomfortable and seems helpless.  Success is sometime saying “No” to others when they are engaging in behavior or asking you to engage in behavior that isn’t in your best interest.  Success is seeing this as a journey that will last a lifetime…not a race to a number on the scale.


Like I said, this is really just the tip of the iceberg on all the things I want to talk about…and all of my experiences thus far.  It feels so good typing this, I really hope I can get more diligent with this blog.  Until then, I just want to say that I am grateful for those of you who are still out there, following my journey and perhaps supporting me from afar.  I write this blog as a help to myself…a place to cut the BS and be honest with myself.  But I truly hope it is helpful to others on their journeys.

Talk to you soon,
Princess of Plump

Friday, May 18, 2012

Progress

I don't have much time to write today.  But I wanted to take the time to share good news (instead of my usual Debbie Downer writing).  I went to see the nutritionist at the bariatric program last week.  I was expecting a lecture about failing to lose any weight.  Instead, I got props for losing over 4 pounds in one month.  Not an earth-shattering amount of weight, but progress.  Progress that I hadn't thought I was making.  253 never sounded so good.  I have to lose 7 more pounds to lose my 5% weight-loss goal required for surgery authorization.  I'm not planning on having surgery until December, but I decided that 4 pounds will be my goal for this next month.  If I can just keep lowering my weight a little bit at a time, I will be in much better shape for surgery in December...and should be a more active, healthy person going into the surgery...meaning I will be more successful afterwards.

I have lots more to talk about, but no time right now.  Hopefully soon.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Week 3 - Taking a Mulligan




I’m one pound up this week -261 by my scale (I was 260 on my scale the morning that I weighed in as 257 pounds at the bariatric center).  I’m not surprised.  Almost every night I find myself sitting in bed eating 15+ chocolates, feeling guilty about the fact that I’m clearly not making progress in changing my lifestyle…but not putting down that chocolate.  I don’t even really like chocolate that much, but I stuff my face with it anyways.  As for my goals for Weeks 1 and 2, I did start an exercise program, though not the 15 minutes a day every day that I committed to.  I walked for 15-30 minutes a day four days last week.  I think I can do better.  I haven’t been consistent with my water intake and I’ve been on the scale at least once a day.  The only goal I’ve done well with is eating three meals a day.  Surprise surprise.  The “eating more” goal is the one that I can keep up.

So, I’m calling a do-over.  I need to not add more challenges on my plate until I’ve met the ones that are already on it.  In the meantime, I am slowly adding more healthy foods into my meals and cutting down on sugary snacks in between meals.  I am also going to up my exercise goal to 20 minutes a day.  I think that is reasonable.

I’ve tried to take a hard look at what is going on with me.  Why am I not following through with even the little changes?  I’m not sure.  Fear maybe?  I have a lot of emotions to work through regarding this new commitment to weight loss.  I’ve come to the conclusion that food is my drug of choice and I am using it to deal with uncomfortable emotions and thoughts.  That’s hard to admit…and even harder to change.  I’ve set up my first appointment for my two-part psychological assessment which is required before weight loss surgery.  I am guessing I am going to end up seeing the therapist more than two times…not because I don’t meet the psychological criteria for weight loss surgery, but because I want to be successful in my weight loss journey, and there is something psychological in nature that is holding me back.  I need to work that issue out before I jump into surgery.  I don’t want to take any chance of not being successful after surgery.  I’m willing to put in the work to figure out how my “head” is sabotaging my waistline. 

In the meantime, at my nutritionist appointment next week, I plan to ask the nutritionist to set a more concrete weight loss goal for me, with a concrete deadline.  The “lose 13 pounds before surgery” (which I’m planning to have in December…eight months away) goal is not working for me.  I am good at meeting challenges…but I have to feel some sense of urgency and some sense of accountability.  Unfortunately, I don’t seem to feel that urgency right now.   I should.  My obesity makes me miserable.  I now know that I am in the “morbidly obese” category.  I should certainly feel the need to change my life as fast as possible…if for no other reason that because I am literally putting my life in jeopardy by staying at this weight.  I’m just not motivated.  I’m not excited about this change.  I want to change, but I don’t feel I “need” to change today.  Hopefully a little outside pressure will help me to internalize the need for immediate change and immediate progress.  If that doesn’t work, I’m really afraid of failing, yet again. 

Monday, April 30, 2012

Week 2



Week 1 is over.  I did a pretty good job eating three meals a day.  I haven't noticed any change in my appetite or energy levels as a result of not skipping meals, but maybe that will come with time.  I still have to eat snacks...something that is a no-no if I go forward with surgery.  It is funny.  My whole life I was told that a good diet involved eating 5-6 small meals a day.  Now I am being told to confine my eating to 3 regular meals and no snacks each day.  I'm not sure how I feel about that.  I guess I can talk to the nutritionist about it at my appointment in a couple of weeks.

In regards to my second Week 1 goal...I did not manage to keep myself off the scale.  I weighed myself almost every day, but I never got on the scale more than once a day and I didn't let myself get emotionally attached to the number on the scale.  Even though I need to continue to keep working on weaning myself off the scale, I'm happy with the progress I've made in just one week.

Speaking of "progress," you might be wondering how much weight I lost this week.  NONE.  I had lost three pounds and it came back when we traveled out of state over the weekend.  I'm a little disappointed, but I'm not at all surprised.  The changes I am making at the beginning of this journey are small changes that don't result in drastic weight loss.  Later on down the road I'll start working towards the big weight loss lifestyle goals...like not giving into my carbohydrate cravings and increasing my protein intake.  Baby steps.

So now I am on to Week 2 and it is time to set some new goals to add to my Week 1 lifestyle changes.  I have been having some dehydration issues lately (headaches, fatigue, etc.) and I realized that I am not drinking nearly enough water.  Thus, my first goal for this week is to drink no less than 64 ounces of water a day.  I already track the amount of milk my newborn eats each day.  I'm just going to start tracking my own fluid intake the same way.  I like water, so making myself drink isn't the problem.  Realizing that I've forgotten to drink is my issue.  Hopefully I can become more mindful this week and, if nothing else, reduce the dehydration-related problems.

As for my second Week 2 goal... it is time to add some exercise.  I will exercise every single day this week, 15 minutes a day.  Before you laugh at that goal, understand that I have been sooooooo sedentary for almost a year that any exercise is a workout for me.  Walking down a long hallway makes me winded at this point.  When I met with the physician's assistant at the bariatric program, she recommended 15 minutes of exercise a day, every day, at first.  In fact, she said it is fine if I break that down into 3 separate 5 minute walks each day.  She says that most people jump into 30 or 60 minutes of exercise a day and they've skipped a day by the end of week one, a few days by the end of week two, and they've quit before you know it.  But committing to a much smaller amount of time makes it is easier to stick to the exercise routine every single day.  Then, each week, I will just add five minutes of exercise a day.  In no time, I'll be at a "normal" activity level.  At least...that's the theory.  I did a Mommy and Me yoga class today, and while there wasn't any intense yoga going on in class...I definitely exercised for more than 15 minutes.  So, one day down...six to go.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Support...or lack thereof

I received a lot of materials from the bariatric program I am enrolled in (hereinafter "the program").  One of the worksheets dealt with determining who will and won't support me on my weight loss journey, how I will deal with those who might sabotage my weight loss efforts, and what I can do proactively to keep a sabotage from occurring.  I breezed right through a lot of the worksheets I had been given...but this one gave me pause.

My support system is a little thin.  When I told my mother about my plan to pursue WLS, she flipped out and said she didn't know how someone so smart could be so stupid.  When I told a couple of my friends at a dinner, one of them told me that, while she would support whatever I decided, I should think long and hard about it because her uncle who is a doctor told her that WLS takes 10 years off your life.  She was clearly concerned and clearly not in favor of WLS.  Another friend responded to my announcement by saying that she knew lots of people who had WLS and they all gained their weight right back.  Even the friends who were "fully supportive" gave equivocal responses and kept saying "maybe you won't even need the surgery."  I feel blessed that I have such good friends that they would worry about my well-being...and I know that is where their responses are coming from...care and concern.  But, I don't know if I can put those friends down in the "Supportive of Your WLS Decision" column.  Supportive of me...yes.  Supportive of my decision to have WLS...not so much.

And then there's my husband.  He refuses to give an opinion about WLS.  Something so important...so serious...with serious repercussions on our future...and he says he has no opinion.  I shouldn't be surprised...he won't even give an opinion about where we should go out to eat, what we should have for dinner, or what we should watch on TV.  His whole family does the whole "no opinion" thing.  I think they have an overactive fear that if they give an opinion and something goes wrong or is bad, they will get blamed because it was their idea.  If I'm right about that, it makes sense that my husband wouldn't want to take a position on something as big as a major surgery.  But let's be honest...he MUST have an opinion...he just doesn't want to share it.  I've tried to decode what he has said.  Mainly, he said "I don't want to give you an opinion because I don't want to push you into anything."  In my mind, that means he wants me to have the surgery, but doesn't want me to feel like he's pushing me to do it.  I've tried to explain to him that I need him to at least talk with me about the surgery option.  I need him to help me sort out how I am feeling about everything.  I've explained that, by not even discussing the pros and cons of the surgery options with me, he is being unsupportive.  He doesn't seem to care.  He wants to stay out of this, leaving me feeling very, very alone with this decision.

Worse...he's not able to be supportive of the small lifestyle changes I've already made.  He comes home late and wants me to eat with him at 9:30 p.m....which I will no longer agree to do because I shouldn't be eating dinner so late.  He wants me to eat the crappy food he likes...the food that gets me into trouble.  For example, tonight I made chili turkey burgers.  Not a diet recipe, but a high protein low-carb recipe that is a step in the right direction for me.  My husband whined and complained and kept trying to get me to order delivery instead.  "You must be tired...you don't have to cook tonight."  "We can have turkey burgers tomorrow night...or the night after...or when I'm not home...hahaha."  "You know you don't have to just jump into this diet thing...you can ease into it."  I tried to explain...this is "easing into it," and I need him to be supportive.  His response..."I will be supportive if you just cook things I like.  Why can't we just order pizza and you eat one piece instead of four?"  I've tried to explain...I can't control my portion sizes right now so I have to change what I'm eating and later work on how much I'm eating.  He just doesn't get it.  He has to eat/drink between 4,000 and 5,000 calories a day to put on weight.  He can eat an entire pizza in one sitting and not put on a pound.  How do you get someone who has no idea what it is to struggle with weight loss to stop saying "You just need to control yourself when it comes to food...now lets order pizza."  Really?!?

I don't believe that (with the possible exception of my mother, who luckily lives far away) anyone will try to actively sabotage my lifestyle changes.  But I think it might happen unintentionally.  I think it is already happening unintentionally.  On another night, I might have broken down and agreed to the pizza.  And I wouldn't have had one slice because I never can.  I'm being told by the doctors who do WLS day in and day out that I will not be able to succeed in this journey without support...and I'm not sure where to find it.  On this blog?  In support group?  What about in my own home?  Will my husband come around when he sees I'm committed to this change, or will this become a constant struggle...leaving me having to battle my cravings and bad habits in addition to my husband?  

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

One Foot In...One Foot Out

I just had groceries delivered and I am feeling like a schizophrenic "dieter."  On one hand, I bought low calorie bread, lots of fresh vegetables, sugar free desserts, and lean protein sources (lots of them).  On the other hand, I bought a dozen doughnuts, potatoes and rice, and lots of full fat cheese.  I'm trying to tell myself that it is okay to make baby steps in the right direction rather than throwing myself all in.  But there's a little voice in the back of my mind telling me that I am not fully committed to a lifestyle change and that the "small" concessions I am making are for show.  I'm not sure which part of me to listen to.  Which one represents honesty and which one represents self-sabotage?  It's not so easy to tell.

As for my weekly goals of not weighing myself and eating three meals every day...I'm doing just okay.  I weighed myself...the very first day.  I didn't attach much emotion to the number on the scale (improvement), but I was a little disappointed that I couldn't even make it one day without weighing myself.  I think I will do better today.  I'm not feeling the same urge to weigh myself.  It is true what they say...old habits die hard.  I have been doing well with eating three times a day.  As expected, my (almost) five month old son is not a fan of this.  Even if he is napping when I start a meal, he wakes right up, gives me a dirty look and starts fussing.  My husband and I joke that my son has a rule that I am not allowed to eat and has some supernatural radar that alerts him when I'm trying to.  I think he will adjust...but I was serenaded through yesterday's breakfast and lunch by the sound of baby crying.  Fun times.

Overall, I'm feeling calm...but almost too calm about this attempt at losing weight.  There is no sense of urgency and there should be...I am morbidly obese.  Hopefully I can just keep improving little by little, one day at a time. 

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Week 1 Goals- Stop Being A Slave To The Scale and Eat Three Meals A Day

First, I just want to thank everyone who sent me words of encouragement about this blog during this last week.  It isn't easy for me to open up about my weight.  It isn't easy for me to publicly commit to change my lifestyle when I am so afraid of failing.  It's so comforting to know there are people who are hoping I make succeed this time.  So, thanks again.



Week 1 - I have to start my lifestyle change somewhere.  In the past, when I've attempted a diet, I go full throttle right from the beginning.  I cut carbs, count calories, guzzle water and exercise for an hour a day...and then I quit.  Sometimes I quit in a month, but usually I quit after the first week.  Knowing that implementing a bunch of drastic changes and restrictions will just lead me to failure, I have decided this time to take things slow.  I am not planning on having surgery for at least another eight months, so I have lots of time to figure this out.  That doesn't mean I'm going to adopt the "I'll start next Monday" mindset.  Rather, I have made a list of all of the goals I can think of (and that have been provided to me by the bariatric support team) and I have tried to get an idea of how to space the lifestyle changes out.  Looking over the list, I noticed that many changes involved limiting or taking things out of my diet, but many changes involved adding things in.  For example, I am supposed to eat more protein and I am supposed to eat less carbs.  Rather than trying to do both at the same time, I am going to try eating more protein for awhile and then, when I start realizing that I am more full for longer with the increased protein intake, I will finally work on cutting my carb intake.  In theory, this will keep me from feeling deprived.  We'll see how it goes.

This week though, I have decided not to focus on what I am eating at all.  I am tackling two "easier" lifestyle/habit problem areas.  First...I am not going to weigh myself at all this week.  In fact, my goal is to not step on the scale until my appointment with the nutritionist in mid-May.  I am one of those people who is a slave to the scale.  I hop on multiple times per day, hoping that the number is going down and beating myself up (and usually seeking comfort in a nice sugary snack) when the scale shows a .1 lb increase.  I've even weighed myself, been unhappy with the number, peed and then weighed myself again...trying to get my number down.  It is truly ridiculous behavior and I know that.  But...it's a perfect example of what happens when a habit gets out of control.  I don't want to give up if I am making positive changes but the scale doesn't reflect it.  So...my very first goal is to go at least one week without weighing myself.  I'm removing the scale from the bathroom so I don't see it multiple times per day.  Hopefully I have the willpower to stick to this one.

The second habit I am tackling is the horrible way I space out my meals.  I was always bad about not eating all day and then pigging out at night.  Now that I am breastfeeding and staying home with my son, I am too hungry to go all day without eating but too busy to eat a meal (cue run to the cookies for a quick fix a couple of times per day).  Even though I might end up eating more initially by eating three meals a day (remember...no restrictions yet), this is something I will have to stick with if I get WLS.  Because you can't eat very much at each meal after WLS, you HAVE to eat each meal...relatively evenly spaced.  And besides that...it's just better for your blood sugar to eat that way.  So, this week I am committed to eating three meals a day.  Even if they are grab-and-go meals (such as deli turkey and a banana for breakfast), I'm just going to find a way to shove something in my mouth (other than cookies).  My son might not like this change, as he isn't a huge fan of me taking time for myself, but it is important that I make these changes for his future, too.  I will be around longer if I can improve my lifestyle and he will learn healthy habits if I'm modeling them for him.  15 minutes of him fussing now will probably not seem too bad when he is reaping the benefits in the future.

So that's it.  Those are my two goals and while they seem simple enough, I know from experience bad habits are always tough to break.  If I can stick with these to changes for just one week...I'll at least know that I have SOME willpower still.  And that's a good place to start.