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Jun
14/10
Choose.
Last Updated on Monday, 14 June 2010 09:52
Written by Melinda
Monday, June 14th, 2010

Choices, choices!   Sometimes they seem so small.  Yet, have a larger impact when you look at the BIG PICTURE.  At times, we step out on a limb and make a choice that we know could have repercussions just because we are at a point of desperation and are willing to try anything!  Such is the case with me and Zoloft.  And Cymbalta.  And Wellbutrin.  And Lexapro.  Need I say more?

I must admit.  Zoloft seemed to really help me.  Sure I feel sleepy during the day sometimes.  But at night, I sleep much more sound and uninterrupted.  The week before my period, I don’t seem to be a bear (or a biotch).  I feel sane.  And happier.  And more able to think clearly.  And much nicer to be around (even for me to be around myself!).

But the weight gain.  It is really plaguing my mind.  At the same time…  I keep thinking “I’ll do something about it tomorrow.”  Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.  In the past, I’d put on five pounds, do what I had to do in order to get it off.  But these days, I am happy!  I am living life!  I am enjoying myself…  who wants to stop for a diet?  NOT ME.  So I keep putting off the “do something right now” actions.

I tried to go off Zoloft the past few days.  Today.  I am crazy feeling again. Irritable.  Moody.  Angry.  Feeling like a whirlwind.  Can’t concentrate.  Nothing seems to be going easy or right.  So I bit the bullet…  and took the Zoloft. It brought me to a conclusion.  I am destined to be one of two things, and it is up to me to decide.  I can be either:

a.  Crazy – stop taking the medications that help me feel sane, but I’d keep the weight off!

b.  Fat – continue the medications which make it difficult for me to lose weight, actually promotes weight gain!  Yet…  those emotional feelings of despair would be gone.

Which do I chose?  I am going to speak with my doctor…  who really believes that no medications cause weight gain.  He simply says its a matter of diet.  (Some truth.  Then again…  it’s not entirely fair to lay it all back on the patient if they fail).

The choice is MINE… all mine.   Today’s weight:  140.4 (this is the first time since wls that I have gone up above 140).  I want to cry.

May
29/09
Fear Factor
Last Updated on Thursday, 7 January 2010 08:05
Written by Melinda
Friday, May 29th, 2009

Several years ago, NBC came out with a show called Fear Factor.  They helped people who had phobias or deep seated fears to overcome them by confronting their fears head on.  I watched a few episodes, and I remember thinking, “So what if i have a fear of jumping out of a 50 story buildling.  It’s not like I SHOULD or NEED to do that!”  But it makes for good television.  I do believe, however, that there is something very freeing about facing one’s fears.  Being up close and personal with it helps you see it wasn’t as bad as your mind played it up to be.

This week I’ve discussed fear of weight regain.  And, most specifically I wanted to discuss HOW this affects my everyday life.  I don’t walk the streets saying, “oh my God, oh my God, I’m getting fat!  I cannot eat anything.”  It does not affect me like that.  Some people have so much fear of regain that they do not eat much.  They restrict the number of calories in that they hardly eat anything!  That does not describe me whatsoever.  I do eat food.  REAL food.  And protein supplements including protein shakes, bars, chips, cookies, bread (for a list of products that fall into these categories, look on my product reviews or protein of the day categories).

My fear seems to afflict me in different ways.  It does not cause me to go without food.  Instead, it plagues my mind at times by thoughts after eating.  Maybe you can identify some of these thoughts in yourself as well.  Here are a few:

  • If I eat more than normal, I wonder, “Has my stomach stretched?”  I am able to eat more today than I was a month after surgery.  This thought is something I see, read and hear among wls patients as they progress farther out from surgery.  Just this morning I heard the same sentiment from a friend of mine.  Part of this comes from the fact that restriction is one thing that helps us lose the weight in the beginning, and it also continues working for us as time goes by.  “What if its broke?” seems to be a common fear, for to be able to consume large portions again means WEIGHT REGAIN.
  • If I eat something sugary and do not dump or get sick, I panic because I think, “I’ve built up a tolerance.  I don’t have dumping to keep me honest anymore.  What if I know I won’t dump, and start eating crap?”
  • Or, if I crave something with carbs, salt or sugar, I wonder, “What if I gain my hunger back and can’t stop eating?”  There are certain times of the month that our body chemistry or hormones change.  Blood sugar levels fluctuate, and it leaves us desiring sweets or carbs.  I also read the same fears on message boards within our bariatric communities.  Yesterday I read a thread about “That time of month” and the cravings for carbs.
  • My surgeon provided a list in his manual of foods that I was NOT to have prior to losing 75% of my excess body weight.  I’ve lost over 100% of my excess, met my goals, and now in maintenance.  Yet, when I endulge or treat myself to food that is on the “restricted foods list”, I feel like I am cheating!  It’s almost like breaking one of the ten commandments.  You know God is watching, and one day you will be held accountable.  Recently Tim & I went to Olive Garden where I ordered pasta with my chicken dish.  Now while I ate two bites of the pasta and it is not a trigger for me, I felt a tinge of guilt and looked around the restaurant expecting to see (1) my surgeon or one of his staff or (2) someone from my support group!

I am still trying to find balance in my life.  Fear does not completely control me, yet I am aware that it does have affects on me.  And just as the contestants on NBC’s Fear Factor, I face my fear head on, only I do this every single day.  I face the fear when I lift my fork, spoon, knife at each meal.  I face this fear when I sip my protein shakes, and eat my protein bars, chips, cookies…  yes, even those things that are good for me (healthy alternatives).  And I feel that as each and every day passes, my fear becomes less and less.  It just takes time!  For each of my concerns listed above, I know the counter responses.  Here are a few that I remind myself of:

  • As for the pouch stretching, my surgeon told me that it was a natural progression.  The pouch will relax and stretch with time.  I have not pushed the limits or done long term damage because I am cautious of what and how I eat.  Plus, it also depends on what types of foods I eat as to how much I can hold.  If I get hold of carby foods, they for the most part are slider foods.  They get wet, become mush, and slide right on out.  Foods that are dense (protein) are heavy, thick, and tend to stay in the pouch longer.  If I am able to eat a lot of food, perhaps what is needed is a reevaluation of WHAT types of foods they are, and whether they are good for me.  I love it when I get full fast on just a little bit of food because it means THE POUCH STILL WORKS! IT AIN’T BROKE!
  • As for the “no dumping” thing, I KNOW that I have created those good lifelong habits.  “Train up a child… and he will not depart from it…” Well, my new tiny pouch has had some good training and I fall on those habits daily!  Plus, there is the built in guilt mechanism to keep me from straying too much because I KNOW WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING!  Besides, I had a huge dumping episode on my birthday and it reminded me that MY POUCH IS IN CONTROL OF ME.
  • During that time of month, I gain weight whether I like it or not.  I have to work past the “Oh no, I’ve gained 3 lbs!”  I’ve been in this long enough to know that as soon as its over, that 3 pounds is gone until next month!  My weight always fluctuates.  I must learn to adapt and remain calm.  And, I do allow myself to have small amounts of carbs such as 2 french fries if I am craving fried foods, or a piece of sugar free chocolate if I want something sweet.  I’ve done this long enough now that I know it’s not a trigger or problem for me, and I always decarb right after my period.
  • Last but certainly not least is the “restricted foods list”.  The key here is:  restriction UNTIL 75% of the body weight is lost.  I have lost over 100%, and have been given the yellow “proceed with caution” light where these foods are concerned.  While they may not be on the “have every days”, they are on the “enjoy once in awhiles” list.  Moderation is the key.  And, I also remember very early in my weight loss journey my thoughts were “I’ll never eat (such as such) again.”  Oh how that was such naivity!  I now tell people, “It’s not goodbye to food forever.  It’s more like a temporary sabbatical.  But once you meet again, the relationship will be quite different.”

I’d love to hear your ideas of how you counteract your fears.  Or, perhaps you have fears that I have not listed.  Shoot me an email, or make comments on this article.  We’re in this together….

Apr
23/09
Facing the Fear
Last Updated on Thursday, 7 January 2010 08:09
Written by Melinda
Thursday, April 23rd, 2009

This post has been a long time in the thought processes of my mind.  I’ve alluded to it, often times tried to voice it, yet really never felt as if I actually came right out and said what was bothering me.  Until, last night when Tim took my picture and I looked really hard at it.  But let’s backtrack:

Highest weight:  251 lbs  /  Lowest weight:  116 lbs  /  Current weight:  127-133 lbs depending

So oh my gosh.  I’ve gained weight!  Yes I’ve told you that time and again.  But have I ever really shared HOW that has made me feel?  I read a post from a woman today who is no longer at her goal/lowest weight ever.  She’s gained.  She’s had some setbacks, some from health issues, medications, and some due to her eating tendencies.  I felt in many ways that I was reading some of my own thoughts from this past year.  Yet, it also made me sad for this woman.  She felt like such a failure.  I felt like such a failure.  She could not stand to look at herself in a mirror.  I could not stand to look at myself in a mirror.  She has eluded support forum posting.  I have eluded support forum posting.  I have also eluded my support group locally by not attending lunches and dinners together.   And when I do meet people out who are also wls patients, I often wonder, “Do they see that I have gained weight?  I’m not as small or thin as I used to be.”  It makes me have a real identity crisis.  I’m not “the smallest in the group” anymore.  I liked being the smallest.  I liked being the thinnest.  I liked being thin.  I liked feeling thin and pretty.  I hate feeling fat.  I hate feeling huge.  I hate feeling failure.

Now you may be asking, Then why don’t you just lose some weight?  I have tried!  I have cut back on carbs, calories, upped my exercise, increased protein intake, oh Lord you name it!  That’s one thing I do know:  how to lose weight!  But my body just does not want to cooperate!  In the past 4 weeks, I have lost ONE lb.  ONE, as in O-N-E.  It is frustrating!  But it does not make me give up.  I continue to press forward in my efforts…  continue doing what is best for my body….  after all, that is what will keep me on track and healthy.

But those are all things that I have just crammed into the back of my mind this past year.  I stomped them far down inside and refused to actually VOICE them…  or say them aloud.  No one wants to hear this kind of stuff.  It brings out the fear in THEM too.  And, I think that they want to admit these are some of the same thoughts that they too have, but unwilling to come clean!   At times, I wanted to say it aloud just as this woman did today…  yet feared someone would say “you need a therapist” or “you have issues.”  Well woo friggin hoo.  Thanks for sharing that tip with me, as if I didn’t already know it!  I mean, come on.  I was morbidly obese.  I got that way somehow!  There had to be underlying ‘ISSUES’!  But guess what?  I’ve been to therapy! Sometimes I still go…  I used to work for therapists.  I know song and dances.  But you know what?  It’s like when you were a kid and were scared of the dark…  even after you are no longer afraid of the Boogie Man, he still comes back from time to time and TRIES to scare you!  Even though we deal with our “issues”, and we learn how to “deal with them”, sometimes they still rear their ugly demonic heads and try to intimidate or overcome us.

Day after day, week after week…  I get up out of bed, I face myself in the mirror…  today might be a great feeling day.  It might be a “I feel and look fat” day.  These come and these go.  But I do my best to deal with what I have…  push through another day…  strive for tomorrow to be a better one… and continue walking day by day on this journey.  I have said it many times.  This journey is not for those who are faint hearted.  Those who are faint, I wonder if they stopped by the wayside long ago…  and are back there sitting on a fence post all alone…  or with other faint hearted folks near them.  But, those with perseverance put one foot in front of another… even though circumstances or thoughts may provide a message that it would be best to just give up…  and as one foot is placed forward, the individual believes that they are one step closer towards a brighter day… a  brighter future…

Last week I attended a support group luncheon.  It felt good to sit among friends.  I knew I had gained.  But you know what?  They didn’t care.  Or at least, they didn’t act like they cared.  They didn’t say “Hey, getting a little thick around the midsection, aren’t ya?”  All the things I feared didn’t come true.  Instead, after the meeting I was able to openly talk about some of my fears with a dear friend of mine…  and there was no judgment.  Just kind love and caring concern…  and the general overall feeling that we’re in this together…  we understand how one another feels.  And, that day by day we are recovering, getting better, learning how to be healthier in all aspects of this journey…