I gorged myself yesterday. I should have gained weight. Here
is what I ate yesterday:
·
Four “breakfast cookies” with dried blueberries
in the batter (the almond thumbprint cookies from a previous post, but without the thumbprint or jam)
·
One grilled fish taco with cabbage and cilantro
cream from Claim Jumper (a treat for getting a mammogram and ultrasound,
including an “interior ultrasound” *ahem*)
·
Grilled zucchini and carrots
·
One smallish piece of Claim Jumper’s complimentary “cheese
bread”
·
Boysenberry cheesecake ice cream (4 scoops)
(regular, not SF) with room temp hot fudge and whipped cream
·
Second grilled fish taco from Claim Jumper
·
The rest of the cheese bread with Kerrygold butter
·
Two shrimp enchiladas from Rubios (my husband
got take-out)
Instead of gaining weight as I expected, I
lost four pounds. Go figure. I was starving all day long. I examined my hunger
to see if it were genuine hunger or just psychological “head” hunger. I think
it was mostly actual hunger due to the small breakfast (on the fly because I
slept too late to make a breakfast at home), and then later with the ice cream
was head hunger. After the ice cream was real hunger.
Today? I’m starving again today. I had a late breakfast, more like a lunch,
because I got involved in cleaning off my desk while drinking coffee (Look! A
squirrel!), then a long, overdue phone call with a favorite relative who lives
out of state. Finally, finally, about noon, I was able to eat some breakfast—spinach
and cheddar quiche with bacon on top. An hour later, I followed that up with a
bowl of my “protein Jello” with whipped cream (which is now out!! Panic!!) and
my fourth cup of coffee (with HWC).
I am still hungry. There is some leftover
tri-tip in the fridge from an outing last week. I’m considering grilling it up.
I feel “hangry,” that overwhelming sense of “need food NOW!” Maybe my body is
doing some work I’m not aware of and I should just answer the call? Dunno.
I’m going to do what I do a lot
nowadays: Set a time limit. If, in 30
minutes, I still want the tri-tip, I will heat and eat it. If I do not, then I
won’t.
This works well for me and helps me
distinguish between actual and head hunger. I try to go two hours between
snacks and/or meals, then I know it’s genuine hunger. Sometimes my mouth even
waters thinking of food. It never did that when I was obese, probably because I
was never really physically hungry. How could I be when I ate all day long? Or
ate too much at one time that lasted all day long (bloat)?
My tummy just growled. LOL Something else
it never did.
This is carb week—the time just before my
period, and which should have come by now. Is it the “M word?” I know for sure that I have two huge pimples
on my chin. That’s where I always broke out as a teen and twenty-something. I
haven’t broken out in years, so I’m guessing the hormones are in overload (ya
think?).
I have not been craving carbs as I have in
previous pre-menstrual weeks, although I have been very hangry. Maybe because I have, for the most part, been avoiding
carbs. Ice cream, however, is another
thing. It gives me absolutely no problems. In fact, I’ve eaten a lot of ice
cream lately. I tried the SF version (diarrhea from sugar alcohols) and the ½ the
fat (which is less carbs than the SF), and which also gave diarrhea due to
sugar alcohols. So I just pick up the regular ice cream now and I have no
problems. I know, it’s weird and not fair. I'm very lucky in so many ways.
To be honest, the only food that bothers
me, and has from day one (post surgery) is onions. Any kind, green, yellow,
red, white—I haven’t tried shallots—they bloat me up with a lot of gas and pain
and then horrible constant diarrhea. I’m pretty sure that’s what put me in the
hospital with SVT May 1, 2014. I had ordered a sandwich from Panera, took off
the bread and lettuce, but had the turkey slice, roast beef slice, salami
slice, provolone, and the red onion. That is the last time I intentionally ate
onion.
Grilled onions gave me horrible gas
pre-surgery, but I would occasionally eat them because I liked them. I still
like onions—grilled or raw—but eating them is a prescription for pain. No
thanks. My husband likes it because he hates onions, always has. His (recently late)
father, hated them, too.
Nothing bothers me but that. Chicken: fine.
Milk: fine. Chocolate: Fine. Steak: Fine. Sugar and flour: Not fine—gas, bloating, shits. So I do limit
that along with rice and potatoes although I do enjoy a few fries of baked
laden with butter and sour cream or a sweet potato from time to time. Usually
out, not at home. I don’t make that at home.
No nausea, no vomiting (unless I really
overeat. That’s only happened 3 times in a year, two of them early out when I
was till learning.)
So that’s where I am. And I’m happy with
it.
I saw my surgeon last week and he said I’m
doing great. He said he expected my weight to settle about 170-175 and then
bounce up a bit. That’s a revision from 150-175 he stated in November. I still
have a lot of lower belly fat and a giant pregnant-looking hernia. I am going
to wait for better insurance (not an HMO) down the road and after my second
year of post-WLS/DS before pursuing a repair and possible panni removal. It’s
uncomfortable if I’m too full, but it’s manageable, for now, although it sticks
out farther than my boobs and I find that weird. Whatev.
PS:
It's coming up on 3 o'clock pm, PST, and I am HUNGRY. My stomach is growling. Hello Mr. Tri-tip, lover. :-)
Follow up: I made more "almond jam thumbprint cookies" with the following changes:
- 1/4 cup of dried blueberries into batter
- zest of one whole lemon (I use a microplane)
- No thumbprint
- No jam
- I did smash them flat with the bottom of a glass after rolling them into balls
- Cooked 17 minutes (my oven is off. Even at 350 vs recommended 325, they weren't done. YMMV)
Result? Delicious, tender, slightly chewy lemon-blueberry breakfast biscuits. Delicious and low carb/high protein friendly.
It made 16 moderate sized cookies. I eat four for breakfast with coffee. Bon Appetit!
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