Six weeks will have passed on Thursday since surgery. In total, I have lost an amazing 43 lbs. Twenty five since surgery might seem like a low number, but when I think about it in terms of the loss before surgery day, it makes sense.
So, how do I feel? Low energy seems to plague me most of the time. I know it is due to the lack of calories. My meals consist of 1/4 cup at a time. Any more than that, and I am in pain. I have only brought food up once and it was brutal. I returned back to work and did not pay attention to how big a bite and swallowed a piece of chicken as big as my thumb nail. Tears streamed down my face as I waited to have this expelled. The pain was some of the worst I have experienced. Since then, it hurts to eat. So, pretty bummed about that.
Everything is hard. Eating, bathroom activities, and exercise, are all hard.
Am I sorry that I did the surgery? I can't say that. I am not sorry that I no longer have GERD, am no longer prediabetic, or have sleep apnea. I am not sorry that I am on my way towards a healthier lifestyle and body. But, this isn't easy and it isn't for the faint of heart.
Would I do this again? I don't know. I need to give this more time.