My WLS journey has officially begun! Last Wednesday was my first appointment with Dr. Lahmann, my surgeon. I really do like him. He is so straight forward but with a wonderful bed side manner. He gave me the checklist of what appointments need made and I’ve already tackled it with a vengeance. My breathing test is tomorrow. Chest x-ray was last Thursday, counseling starts tonight and cardiac clearance appointment is next Tuesday. (and exhale)
I don’t think I’ve been to so many doctors in my life! Get this; When I was in Dr. Lahmann’s office Wednesday morning, the girls were getting me all checked in, and she had me stand against the wall so she can measure My height. She says 59″. My mouth dropped and I felt my face get all scrunched up. WHAT?!? NO WAY!!! I’m at least 60″ I proclaimed quite loudly! She said, sorry Fran, you are actually an eighth of an inch under 59″, but I’m gonna give it to ya anyway. Oh gee, thanks! WTF! I shrunk! I’m 43, not 93! *UGH*
Which reminds me. Last week my endocrinologist sent me for fasting blood work. When I say blood work, I mean they took 7 vials. I was surprised I still had any blood left! I see the nurse practitioner in my endocrinologist’s office and she is very thorough. Yesterday I had a follow-up appointment with her to go over the results from the blood tests. in 2009 I was diagnosed as a type 2 diabetic. Nobody has ever questioned that diagnosis due to my weight and symptoms. She was the 1st person to run a test to see if my body produces insulin. The answer, nope it doesn’t. Which means I am a type 1 diabetic, not type 2. That’s the 2nd time this week I felt my face get all scrunchy. Kind of an out of the norm” diagnosis since most type 1 diabetics tend to be youths, and definitely not overweight adults like myself.
The other condition I see Alexis (my endocrinologist nurse practitioner) for is my thyroid. Again, you’d think being overweight, I’d have hypothyroidism, but you can take the odds to Vegas, I don’t ever fit the norm. Scrunchy face number three. I have hyperthyroidism. She is increasing my thyroid medication hoping to even my levels. She has also mentioned the possibility of graves disease. Unfortunately it’s it’s a waiting game. Increase meds. Wait. Draw blood. Wait. Change meds. Rinse & repeat.
It is the combination of my diabetes and thyroid that worry me about holding up my surgery. I know my heart and lungs will pass inspection. I’m just afraid that if there are issues getting my thyroid or A1C under control, it will prolong the surgery. Obviously, I want to be safe and have it done under the most healthy conditions as possible, but I am also anxious and don’t want to wait forever either.
I have been diligently keeping track of my calories, weight, blood sugars, work outs, blood pressures and heart rates. I have already begun to feel my energy increase and dietary habits start to change. When it come to food, if I bite it – I write it. I try to go to the gym 3 times a week, but go at least twice. I’ve doubled my average daily steps and am also drinking more water. I know how important this is and realize it’s going to be a drastic lifestyle change.
A few days ago I made chicken fajitas with extra veggies. The following day, I came home from the gym starving. Went to the fridge, grabbed the salsa, sour cream and tortilla chips and plopped down in front of the TV. When I looked down, I knew I shouldn’t be eating it, so I got up, put a small amount of sour cream into a bowl with some salsa and sat back down. Feeling better that I had portion control I dipped a chip and ate it. Two seconds later, I got back up, still unsatisfied with what I was doing, grabbed my unflavored protein powder and mixed it into my dip. Convinced that I had now turned a bad choice into a good one, I sat back down, dipped and ate 2 chips and felt complete guilty. I actually felt guilt. I went back in the kitchen and traded the chips and salsa for baby carrots with light ranch. I couldn’t believe it. This was a monumental step for me. Wanna know what was even more significant? I actually enjoyed them more! They had the same crunch and I knew I wasn’t sacrificing my whole workout. It was in that moment, I knew I had this. I knew I could do it no matter what. With nobody watching I did the right thing on my own.
Look out world, Frannie’s growing up!
I know I have a very looooooong road ahead of me, but I am super confident that I can do this. I may be an inch shorter, but each day I am a step closer and a whole lot stronger.