Melita helped me feel better about my lack of weight-loss (at least, as reported by my scale), but even more, I measured myself carefully today, and since May 29, my waist has shrunk by 2 inches and my hips by 3 inches, so I now know that I’ve lost weight. She also told me that she’s heard that the weight loss tends to come off in an uneven fashion, which I too have heard. I just wish I KNEW someone that had been through this strange phenomenon before.
In my little meltdown yesterday, I begged my husband for words of wisdom and comfort, and he just sat there silently. Sarcastically, I said, “Good job, Doug! Keep it up! It’s really helpful!” He replied, “I’m trying not to cry.” He later said, “I wanted this experience to be magical for you.” So did I, but apparently magic is in short supply these days. After I told him that the measuring tape had shown that I’ve lost weight, he said, “I knew you felt different to me.”
He actually has been very loving, when we’ve been together. He’s devoted so many hours to his upcoming conference trip that I’ve felt neglected, but I know that normally I’m able to entertain myself quite well without his help. This whole surgery/weight-loss thing has so consumed me that I feel like I’m tunnel-visioned and just downright boring. I’m even boring myself. I can’t seem to begin one of my usual projects since I don’t seem to have interest in anything except what the damned scale says and in whether it’s time to stuff more protein in my face.
I can’t help wondering whether my blood sugar rise is due to the type of protein I’m consuming. It’s whey isolate, made from milk. Maybe if it were a different kind of protein, my blood sugar wouldn’t leap upward so much. After all, milk also has a natural sugar that is bound to affect blood sugar.
More and more, I’m concerned that my groin pain has something to do with my kidneys and uretha and a possible stone. I’m in a high-risk group for kidney stone formation.
See what I mean? I can’t think about anything except this humongous change in my life.
