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Veee1226
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« on: November 15, 2008, 09:09:50 AM » |
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This is an Oscar inspired post.
I sometimes feel that I don't really have much to contribute to the boards because I am pre-op. I read about all the successes and new discoveries everyone is making, and I don't really have much to say. I have been feeling extremely overwhelmed by everything in my life right now. I am loosing weight and I thank God for that, because with all the stress and emotion I am dealing with, it is a wonder I get out of bed every day. As a testament to my resilience, I am proud to say that I am down about 30 pounds since August. So I am on the right track to having a successful and safer surgery, and hopefully, a happy life afterwards.
But I will tell you all, honestly, even though I hear all of the success stories, I still find it hard to believe that I will be there someday. And I am very, very frightened by the changes that I am facing. And I am not really talking about the idea of being thin and getting attention I have never really had. I am talking about the changes I have to make regarding food, how I think of food and how I eat.
With the recent stress in my marriage, I have had an early opportunity to examine my relationship with food. Not being able to turn to my comfort, my friend, my solace left me feeling very lonely and lost. I am now understanding more and more how much I have relied on food for my happiness, comfort and reward. But after the surgery I will be eating different, preparing food differently, planning my meals differently and learning to socialize differently. I have NO CLUE how I am going to handle it. Yes, I am dieting now. I have cut out sugar, white breads, sweets and sodas, but that is nothing compared to the changes that I am facing. This is the heart of it for me. This is what is frightening me the most. I feel like not being able to eat the way I want to and not being able to turn to my favorite “red light foods” when I am in crisis will be equal to cutting off a limb. Seriously, that is how deep my addiction goes. Am I the only one who feels this? With the gastric bypass, I may not be able to eat sugar again. OK, so WHAT IF I want to have a piece of cake at a wedding? What if I want to bake cookies with my niece and nephew? What do I do when my sister and I have our annual “Irish Soda Bread Baking Marathon” for St. Patrick’s Day? With dieting, you can do that. You can have a little here or there as long as you don't over do it. But, after the gastric bypass, I feel I won't be able to ever eat and enjoy food like a normal person.
OK, so let's say I can't eat those things anymore, what do I substitute for it? How do I find a way to eat healthy and have a normal healthy relationship with food? I am smart enough to know that the psychological battle will be my biggest contender. Right now, I am fighting for my life. And I am fighting against myself, fighting the things I know as “normal;” fighting a history of eating that has been inbred in me and handed down to me from generation to generation of Irish Soda Bread eating, whiskey drinking, funny, intelligent, loving, larger than life green-eyed blue-eyed Irishmen who love to eat and drink and laugh and enjoy the company of the marriage of family and food. What's a girl to do?
I have no idea what to do next. Sometimes all I can manage is to continue to breathe. I have been criticized by my family for being “too open” and not being able to “reign in my emotions.” Maybe that is true, but it is the person that I am. I look outside myself for support when I am faltering in finding my way through the maze that I call my life. That is why I come to the support group meetings. That is why I post here. I don't know if what I have written will make a difference to anyone. But I am glad I do have a place to work through my emotions, whether it is in a post or in our support group. I cherish and thank you all for giving that to me.
I welcome all thoughts and suggestions any of you may have.
Veronica
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