red shoes ballet for WLS

Anybody else here remember the ballet/folk tale The Red Shoes?  It was about a girl who loved to dance and dance and dance, and finally through a supernatural agency was given a pair of red shoes, that, once she put them on her feet, she could not stop dancing.  Actually sort of morbid, but then... the Brothers Grimm came by their name honestly.

Anyway, after plastics, I have so much more restriction, and need so much more in the way of calories/nutrients for healing, that I kind of feel like this is the Red Shoes of WLS.  I loved to eat so much pre-op, and I got so blasted big that I had surgery, which worked fabulously and I wound up needing plastics.  Now I cannot stop eating or I will literally shrink away to nothing. (I lay on my side - yayyyy!  I can sleep on my side again!!! - and there is a huge CURVE between my hipbone and ribs.  DH says it's scary).  I'm either drinking to get in my fluids, or having a shake for protein/calories, or eating foods... all the dog gone day.

Yes, this is a pity party, and tomorrow I'll feel better about it.  But right now - I just don't.  I look at that cooler with 3 meals and shake for my 7 hours at work, and don't even want to open it, particularly when I know there are 2 more meals and 2 more shakes at home.

:::sigh:::

Tomorrow will be better.

Twin...I am sorry to hear...I am almost willing to bet this is just your body recovering from the surgery. Soon enough you'll be able to consume the calories so you won't wither away...

What about upping the calories per meal but keeping the amount of meals/shakes per day lower?? 

I found after my TT my added restriction didn't last real long.... You'll be back to eating normal again soon.

Hang in there!

Thanks, Diana and Jody! I know - I'll be back to where I was a month ago as far as meals soon. Today was just gloomy and snowy and I had reports to write that the parents AREN'T going to like, and I hit the pity party point.

I knew you guys would understand!

Oh Rebecca,

Sending hugs your way. Type away.  You deserve us to listen to you and let you be heard.  I'm glad that Jody says you'll be eating regularly in a month.  I can't even imagine not wanting to eat or needing to eat to keep the pounds on.  Can I please offer you a few of mine?

LOL!  DH would love that - he still wants me to put 20 pounds back on!  Sorry, you get to shed yours upon the world, and he will learn to live with the tiny me!

Pity party is over!

(((((Lee)))))

 well im kind of in the same boat  as U Rebecca except that im loving it  lol.   

I dont exactly know what happened with my pouch but  for a while i was  DRINKING  a  lot of my meals  cuz i was on the go so much ..and just eating a lot less  because i had to wait so long between meals  cuz of work related inconvenience ...

anyway my pouch seems a LOT   smaller 

but i can still EAT 


I ate  a whole   PLATE  of mushrooms  and chicken breast in fat free  peanut sauce today  ... ok a childs plate size  but thats great  .

Im  just on the eDGE  of a sneezing fit though .

Last  night  at the Indian buffet  all i could manage was 1/4  of a plate and tiny bowl of yogurt 

That was  a little scary- never  happened to me before .

Im NOT  tiny  ( and im going for  a  PS  consultation next week -  WOW ! )     id love to lose another 20  lbs .   I suspect if i keep eating thsi way i WILL  !     

LOL!  Ava, I bet I WOULD call you tiny!  It's all perspective.

I was never considered fat or too big as a child, we always just figured I took after my paternal grandmother's family, and that I was a "goot sturdy peasant."  I was also a jock and was very muscular, but well within the average range for my height and age until after I married and ate my way through life.

Turns out I really take after my paternal grandfather's family, and they all have bird bones, so I was too big as a child even though I wasn't out of line.

So it's an identity change as well as a size change, and it's particularly difficult for DH to adjust to it.  I have the glee at being able to be healthy and to move easily, as well as to wear just about anything on this body and have it hang nicely.  

He has to deal with being married to someone who is unreconizeable, along with some fear.  Oh, not that I'll leave or anything like that, but all the women in his family are large.  His mother, however, was tiny.  She was (I'm told) 5 1/4 inch in height, and weighed 99 pounds on a good day.  She also died young (he was 16) from all sorts of chronic medical issues that kept her small but were not caused by her being small.  So he looks at how small I am, and remembers his mom.  It gets difficult sometimes to soothe him without promising to eat lots and lots of calories to get big again.

At any rate, today is a much happier day - thanks for ALL the support! 

What a perfect analogy.  I have seen (and loved) that movie, and can imagine what it feels like for something to just take over your body like that.  

I'm hoping you start to adjust to all of this very soon, and that you can look back on this time with perspective and joy.

Thanks, Rosa!  Today is all better, even though I'll be eating all day again!

It will all continue to get better... I just needed the pity party yesterday.

(Of course it helps that I'm back in a CUTE BRA today!!! Nothing to help you feel good like having a FIGURE!!!)