I really never liked them. After all they taste like.....plants. Give me meat. I want something that bleeds. I want something that I have to work at when I chew it. C'mon....fight back.
Well those days are gone. But not forgotten. Maybe some day.
In the place of meat, I have discovered beans and yes all the side effects thereof. I've also discovered broccoli, carrots, peppers, cabbage and the dreaded tofu. Tofu isn't bad it you dip it something like barbecue sauce or maybe ice cream. Seriously, veggies aren't bad at all , its all about the prep. I'm actually thinking about canning and preserving this year.
OK I admit it, this year after many years of sitting on my ass I decided to grow a garden in the back yard. The usual stuff tomatoes, broccoli, something called Swiss Chard which I've never had, onions kale, egg plant and so forth. This is all part of my transformation int a new healthier me. Just makes me sick.
I ran into a woman at work today that I hadn't seen in a very long time. She marveled at the new me and was full of complements. I never get tired of the compliments. I get tired of the exercise. I walked today with a co-worker. Nothing drastic just a mile and a half and I sort of enjoyed it. I definitely needed it. The Doc says you can't exercise too much but I suppose you can get bored to death. I usually do 45 minuted of Lifecycle followed by a half hour free weights.
Once a week I take a spin class. That's not boring. Full tilt boogie non stop sweat. Of course being locked in a dark, hot, sweaty room with 20 women wearing nothing but tights and sports bras has a positive effect too.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
The day after I went to my first appointment I decided that I needed to say farewell to food. After all I was my best friend for my whole life. In reality, the reason I waited 7 years was that I couldn't break up with food. Food and I had a relationship and yes, I was and still am in love. I decided that I was going to eat all my favorites, prime rib, burgers, ribs, meatloaf, CHICKEN, everything. Ironic that post surgery I can't seem to be able to tolerate meat.
This brings me to the vegetarian part of my journey. By the way, every journey usually has a destination. My destination is 210 pounds. After I came out of the operating room I felt great ! Really, very little discomfort, nothing that could be called pain. One down side; I couldn't piss. Really didn't bother me at the time but who knew that nurses take that sort of thing so seriously. More on that later. I really wasn't hungry but I already missed the idea of eating. Of course all you can do is sip water and my mouth was dry so I gave it a shot. Naah didn't love it and so I just rolled over and went to sleep. I'm getting to the vegetarian part, honest.
I've never blogged before so this is a little new to me. Maybe this is like other blogs maybe not. It's therapeutic for me , hopefully a little informative and intended to be fun. I have to get to work right now but I'll be back later. In the meantime write something. I wanna hear from you.
This brings me to the vegetarian part of my journey. By the way, every journey usually has a destination. My destination is 210 pounds. After I came out of the operating room I felt great ! Really, very little discomfort, nothing that could be called pain. One down side; I couldn't piss. Really didn't bother me at the time but who knew that nurses take that sort of thing so seriously. More on that later. I really wasn't hungry but I already missed the idea of eating. Of course all you can do is sip water and my mouth was dry so I gave it a shot. Naah didn't love it and so I just rolled over and went to sleep. I'm getting to the vegetarian part, honest.
I've never blogged before so this is a little new to me. Maybe this is like other blogs maybe not. It's therapeutic for me , hopefully a little informative and intended to be fun. I have to get to work right now but I'll be back later. In the meantime write something. I wanna hear from you.
Monday, May 13, 2013
The Journey Begins. Gastric Bypass, Vegetarianism and Gardening......Hang On !
OK, here we go. So, I've been a fat guy since birth. Need I mention the " HUSKY" department of the clothing store? Diet after diet after weight loss after re-gain. It sucked for 55 years. Seven years ago I attended my first seminar on bariatric surgery. A room full of fat people and a surgeon explaining all the things that could go wrong and might not. Did I mention the fat people? I mean really fat.....of course I was just pleasingly plump, at 372 pounds. I thought about it for a minute and then decided that I needed a Whopper with cheese and fries and of course diet coke.
Seven years later I had thought enough and decided to go to the same seminar again. Presented by the same surgeon, Dr. Dieter Pohl in Providence RI. I was convinced that this was the guy I wanted digging around inside my guts. He had done this procedure over 3000 times. Practice makes perfect.
During a few more diets in between I had lost and regained some more weight before I actually had my first appointment with the Doc. I walked into his office at 343 pounds. At that point the process began.
By the way I HATE vegetables.
More to come on how I'm doing, the fact that I can only eat vegetables and the garden I'm growing in my back yard. Oh yeah....Oatmeal cookies and Indian bean soup........
Seven years later I had thought enough and decided to go to the same seminar again. Presented by the same surgeon, Dr. Dieter Pohl in Providence RI. I was convinced that this was the guy I wanted digging around inside my guts. He had done this procedure over 3000 times. Practice makes perfect.
During a few more diets in between I had lost and regained some more weight before I actually had my first appointment with the Doc. I walked into his office at 343 pounds. At that point the process began.
By the way I HATE vegetables.
More to come on how I'm doing, the fact that I can only eat vegetables and the garden I'm growing in my back yard. Oh yeah....Oatmeal cookies and Indian bean soup........
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