I am one week post op and have discovered a few things.
Personal opinion only here of course. The first day I was elated. “Thank god it’s done”. “Whooohoo I did it”.
Day 2-4 I can’t even get out of bed on my own. It took me 20 minutes and a crying session to get up and go to the washroom. Another realization set into my brain. “What the hell, I can’t eat 5 slices of pizza. I love pizza”. What the hell, I can’t eat barely anything”. I think that’s where the depressive mindset came for me. I ENJOYED those things, did I like the aftermath and feeling guilty about eating. Absolutely not, but eating was a pleasure that I felt I just threw away.
Now at a week post op, I’ve curbed that thinking... you look down and your belly has diminished, you can finally get out of bed on your own. There is still a bit of pain, but I’m only taking a pain med at night to ensure that I sleep better. And I AM sleeping better! You breath EASIER and my joints are hurting less.
I know my fat brain and taste buds will always miss the pizza party, but my sensible brain decided in a few months... you could tolerate a few bites or a slice.
I think I’m the end it will be worth it but everyday will be different for everyone
I wish good luck to all of you about to start your journey
Fyi... those vanilla protein shakes that you have to drink for two weeks pre op... a healthy dash of cinnamon with ice and water in a blender makes them taste like a cinnamon roll, I drank every single one that way
HW 250
SW 243
CW 220
Ann