Last Thursday, when I fasted for pre-op, I weighed in at 150.2 kilos. Today I weigh in at 145.80 kilos. Even allowing for the fact a lot must have been water, nearly 6 kilos still seems like a lot to lose in one week. However it *does* explain why I spent yesterday all bar comatose. My body is totally drained of reserve energy and, seriously, is only just coping. Was it not for my daughter keeping me going with shakes and drinks I don’t know what I would have done. I was honestly too tired to look after myself!
In theory, I think I’m supposed to try to push my calorie intake up to 1,000 per day. For the last two days, I’ve been hovering around the 600 – 700 range, and finding it hard to keep piling it in. I can only have ‘liquids’ currently, and for the next two weeks, so basically I’m to live on ‘shakes’. Nearly all of the shakes are pretty awful but the daughter has been making them as palatable as possible and has been giving me a variety so I don’t get too bored. Regardless of that, trying to force down this stuff is not easy. My body is no longer telling me I’m hungry so each mouthful seems like an excess.
This is actually an issue. Whilst I *know* I have to increase the calorie and especially protein, intake, I feel as if I’m eating more than I should be, which of course runs counter to the idea of dieting which mostly dictates you should *reduce* intake. This isn’t easy, tho I suppose I never really thought it would be.
Essentially I’d say reality isn’t quite living up to anticipation or expectation… other than in the dramatic early weight loss! Yet again, of course, the main direction is written in stone, and I’m sailing onwards… the destination is set, so all I really have to do is follow the chart, and navigate the reefs and shoals as they appear.
The Eclectic Interweb 