callie344's Journal

Weight: 286

Since surgery: 27 lbs

Total: 58 lbs  

I still can't believe every time I step on the scale it goes down!! I know I had the surgery but it is still amazing to me. I am so used to dieting and losing a few pounds only to see them creep back up on me. So constantly going down is a new and wonderful thing.

Now 4 1/2 weeks after surgery, I feel pretty good. I am starting to experiment with some new protein recipies. I made up a batch of protein mixed berry popsicles, and today I plan to make protein mango ice cream. I'm hoping that the taste comes out halfway decent. There are a lot more protein recipies that I have written down and plan to try. Just love eggface's blog.

I also can tolerate quite a few new foods. I love oysters. We had them barbequed and dipped in butter bubbling right there on the side of the grill. The most wonderful things! Yes my way of eating is completly different than just a few months ago, but, all is well. I am not only surviving on this new "diet" but am thriving. I am already noticing more energy, easier to get up my stairs, more stamina to walk around stores.

The only awkward moment so far has been when my dad came for a visit and bought a 7+ pound prime rib for the 4 of us to eat. I only had about a 1x2" piece and ate it very slowly and chewed forever to pulverize it. No problems going down at all. My dad on the otherhand seemed visibly affected by me eating such a small portion. He must of ate half of the prime rib to himself. He is very obese and has always worn his ability to eat a lot of food as a medal. Now it just seems wrong to me. I think, he's not even tasting the food, or enjoying it really. It seems like a race to get down as much as possible as fast as possible. Like an act of desperation. Huge portions, huge bites, huge swallows.

I am so glad that I am now forced to slow down and feel the food in my mouth and taste all the flavors. I really enjoy tastes more now. It seems painful to watch him eat now, because one of those bites would really have me hurting. I hope that someday I can convince him that this is not the way to live or the way to be. You shouldn't feel desperate when it comes to eating. I however remember counting slices of pizza hoping I would get a certain number of pieces to myself. Now a few bites of the toppings of one piece is all I can handle.