TraceyT
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Hi all!!
It's hard for me to believe that it's been 3 years since I had gastric bypass. I have learned a few things in the last 3 years...
I've learned that I know my body better than any educated medical degree holding doctor. I no longer accept listening to a dr tell me - That shouldn't hurt like that - I've never heard of it hurting like that. You know what dr if I slammed your dick in the door you might describe it differently from the next guy who gets his dick slammed in the door. When they cover their crotch and excuse themselves, you've made your point.
I've learned that pre-op and post-op eating plans can be vastly different. You truly can't compare apples and oranges. They're totally different. If you asked 10 people, I'm certain their pre and post op eating plans are all different. Stick to the plan your surgical team has for you.
I've learned daily that WLS is a T O O L it isn't a cure. There is no cure. It's like tending a garden - You have to take the time to get weeds out or it'll overtake whatever else you plant. You have to work with the T O O L S. Get rid of old habits and way of thinking and start fresh! It's truly worth the work.
I've learned that gaining weight can be just as difficult as losing weight. I've truly struggled this past year with a lot of different things. For a while - I even dropped off the social media scene. I lost my dad - he was my first love on 2/12/2022. My sweet daddy passed away and I was lost and spiraling downward fast. I was fortunate that I was with him in his last hours. We talked, laughed, and I stayed with him till the end. During this time, I would literally forget to eat or drink. I've struggled to gain back to 120-125 pounds, and I've not made it there yet. I'm back at 111. But I'm still working on it and I'm a true work in progress. I'm not there yet but I'll
I learned that multiple issues in your life can take a true toll on your health. My ride or die, partner in crime, crazy redneck love of my life husband had to go and a few heart attacks this past summer. Then he had to endure triple bypass. I never left his side. Our girls - we have 5 beautiful daughters - figured if their dad died in the hospital that I was going to die right there beside of him. He survived - so I survived. My weight plummeted again. When I started my WLS journey I was in size 22 pants - then 12 - 8 - 6 - 4 - 2 - 0 NO ONE should have or wear a size ZERO anything. You could see every rib, collar bone - I looked like a skellington with skin. I looked awful and very un-natural. I'm gaining weight slowly. I can get on the scale at the drs office and weigh 108.5 drink a bottle of water - eat protein balls - burp, fart, pee twice, poop and weigh 106 by the time I get back home???? What the hell??!!@?!
I've learned that writing in my journal DAILY truly keeps me honest. I've been doing it since July 2019 on my first WLS visit. I can honestly say I still have OMG let's do that again days - Great days - Good days - Ok days - Meh days - Bad days - What the hell was that shitstorm days - and some seriously Fuck me sideways days - those are fun to talk about weeks or months later but NEVER do over...It gives me a place to just lay it all out there - without cleaning it off fluffing it up or trying to make it pretty. I also gives me a place to look when I'm having a day that feels like dejavu. I can look back and see how I was feeling in that moment and what I had eaten/drank that day or what other factors may have been going on that day as well. It's extremely therapeutic.
I've learned that no matter how far I go on this journey, my husband has taken every single step with me. He still finds odd things to pick on me about - or wake me up from the sleep of the dead with his hand on my hip laughing it's not a knot it's your hip bone - and the hip bone is connected to your ass bone and damn what fine ass bone that is - after which he just busts out laughing - redneck 1 am humor - YES I'm that lucky....
I've learned that it's so much better living life than sitting on the sidelines watching it go by. Life is truly so worth LIVING!!!
I've learned that I'm a sexy as fuck MiMi - well that's what my sexy Grumps says!! Can you trust a sexy Grumps with a nice ass?? Asking for a friend.. nope I'm asking for me...We have a beautiful almost 7 month old granddaughter! She's our heart soul and true happy place.
I've learned that I can still handle anything that comes my way. Most of the time I do it with grace and poise, but as my husband points out, I also do it full of spit and vinegar.
I've also learned that I've been extremely blessed and very fortunate to have a man in my life that has loved me and protected me even at my absolute worst. He refused to see the bad. He just wiped away the tears, slobber, and snot and lifted my chin and told me I was the most beautiful mess he'd ever seen. He just held me. We sat there while I tried to get myself together. He said the first time I saw you I knew you were beautiful. I just looked at him and smiled - I was waiting on it - so I asked - what did you see and how did you know I was beautiful? Yes I know I literally ASKED for it....and he said - God would never put and ass like yours with those tits AND and ugly face - God just couldn't do that to a man. I started with the
and he kept going - he said I'd have loved you if you'd turned around and only had 3 teeth in your mouth and 1 hair on your head. I totally lost it - so I asked what if I'd had 1 tooth and 3 hairs on my head - without missing a beat he said - where is the tooth located....I truly have a wonderful loving crazy ass redneck husband!
These are just some of the things that I've learned over the last 3 years. Hopefully I have more years to come!
It's hard for me to believe that it's been 3 years since I had gastric bypass. I have learned a few things in the last 3 years...
I've learned that I know my body better than any educated medical degree holding doctor. I no longer accept listening to a dr tell me - That shouldn't hurt like that - I've never heard of it hurting like that. You know what dr if I slammed your dick in the door you might describe it differently from the next guy who gets his dick slammed in the door. When they cover their crotch and excuse themselves, you've made your point.
I've learned that pre-op and post-op eating plans can be vastly different. You truly can't compare apples and oranges. They're totally different. If you asked 10 people, I'm certain their pre and post op eating plans are all different. Stick to the plan your surgical team has for you.
I've learned daily that WLS is a T O O L it isn't a cure. There is no cure. It's like tending a garden - You have to take the time to get weeds out or it'll overtake whatever else you plant. You have to work with the T O O L S. Get rid of old habits and way of thinking and start fresh! It's truly worth the work.
I've learned that gaining weight can be just as difficult as losing weight. I've truly struggled this past year with a lot of different things. For a while - I even dropped off the social media scene. I lost my dad - he was my first love on 2/12/2022. My sweet daddy passed away and I was lost and spiraling downward fast. I was fortunate that I was with him in his last hours. We talked, laughed, and I stayed with him till the end. During this time, I would literally forget to eat or drink. I've struggled to gain back to 120-125 pounds, and I've not made it there yet. I'm back at 111. But I'm still working on it and I'm a true work in progress. I'm not there yet but I'll
I learned that multiple issues in your life can take a true toll on your health. My ride or die, partner in crime, crazy redneck love of my life husband had to go and a few heart attacks this past summer. Then he had to endure triple bypass. I never left his side. Our girls - we have 5 beautiful daughters - figured if their dad died in the hospital that I was going to die right there beside of him. He survived - so I survived. My weight plummeted again. When I started my WLS journey I was in size 22 pants - then 12 - 8 - 6 - 4 - 2 - 0 NO ONE should have or wear a size ZERO anything. You could see every rib, collar bone - I looked like a skellington with skin. I looked awful and very un-natural. I'm gaining weight slowly. I can get on the scale at the drs office and weigh 108.5 drink a bottle of water - eat protein balls - burp, fart, pee twice, poop and weigh 106 by the time I get back home???? What the hell??!!@?!
I've learned that writing in my journal DAILY truly keeps me honest. I've been doing it since July 2019 on my first WLS visit. I can honestly say I still have OMG let's do that again days - Great days - Good days - Ok days - Meh days - Bad days - What the hell was that shitstorm days - and some seriously Fuck me sideways days - those are fun to talk about weeks or months later but NEVER do over...It gives me a place to just lay it all out there - without cleaning it off fluffing it up or trying to make it pretty. I also gives me a place to look when I'm having a day that feels like dejavu. I can look back and see how I was feeling in that moment and what I had eaten/drank that day or what other factors may have been going on that day as well. It's extremely therapeutic.
I've learned that no matter how far I go on this journey, my husband has taken every single step with me. He still finds odd things to pick on me about - or wake me up from the sleep of the dead with his hand on my hip laughing it's not a knot it's your hip bone - and the hip bone is connected to your ass bone and damn what fine ass bone that is - after which he just busts out laughing - redneck 1 am humor - YES I'm that lucky....
I've learned that it's so much better living life than sitting on the sidelines watching it go by. Life is truly so worth LIVING!!!
I've learned that I'm a sexy as fuck MiMi - well that's what my sexy Grumps says!! Can you trust a sexy Grumps with a nice ass?? Asking for a friend.. nope I'm asking for me...We have a beautiful almost 7 month old granddaughter! She's our heart soul and true happy place.
I've learned that I can still handle anything that comes my way. Most of the time I do it with grace and poise, but as my husband points out, I also do it full of spit and vinegar.
I've also learned that I've been extremely blessed and very fortunate to have a man in my life that has loved me and protected me even at my absolute worst. He refused to see the bad. He just wiped away the tears, slobber, and snot and lifted my chin and told me I was the most beautiful mess he'd ever seen. He just held me. We sat there while I tried to get myself together. He said the first time I saw you I knew you were beautiful. I just looked at him and smiled - I was waiting on it - so I asked - what did you see and how did you know I was beautiful? Yes I know I literally ASKED for it....and he said - God would never put and ass like yours with those tits AND and ugly face - God just couldn't do that to a man. I started with the
and he kept going - he said I'd have loved you if you'd turned around and only had 3 teeth in your mouth and 1 hair on your head. I totally lost it - so I asked what if I'd had 1 tooth and 3 hairs on my head - without missing a beat he said - where is the tooth located....I truly have a wonderful loving crazy ass redneck husband! These are just some of the things that I've learned over the last 3 years. Hopefully I have more years to come!
