A little more than three months out from Gastric Sleeve surgery, I’m down upwards of 80 pounds. Sometime within the next week to 10 days
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We have one of those body composition scales in our house. This thing doesn’t just tell you how much you weigh, it tells you the percentage of your body that’s water, and the percentage of your body that’s fat.
It tells you how much muscle you have, in pounds, and it tells you how much of you is bone.
It also tells you your basic metabolic rate, expressed as the number of calories it takes to
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run your body at a minimally functional level for a day. And it tells you something called your metabolic age, which it obtains by comparing your basic metabolic rate to the average for your age group. A metabolic age higher than your actual age apparently means you’ re well on your way to an early grave.
We’ve had this thing for a long time, at least 10 years, which means since I was in my early 40’s, and during that time I’ve climbed on it at least once a month — and sometimes much more frequently — to see what the damage was.
And every time the weight would change, up or down, depending on where things were in the metacycle of weight gain and loss. But everything else would remain pretty much the same. Stubbornly so.
My body fat percentage consistently rivaled my water percentage for supremacy. My muscle density fluctuated a few pounds this way or that, depending on whether or not I took the measurements in the morning, fresh out of bed and flaccid, or at the end of the day tense and rigid. And my metabolic age remained pinned at 50, the maximum this particular make and model of body-composition monitor will pin on you, no matter how deathly out of shape you might be.
Until yesterday. When it told me my metabolic age is now 46.
Sure, things have changed. Not quite 12 weeks after the surgery, I’m down 70 pounds. My body fat percentage no longer threatens to overwhelm my water percentage quite so viciously. So it makes sense that this number would change, too.
But I didn’t believe it. I thought, there has to be some mistake. It must be broken. So I stepped off, reset it, waited for it to zero out and then stepped up once more.
Same numbers. Same 46, flashing at me again and again. I even took a picture of it, as if that would somehow confirm the reality.
But I still don’t believe it.
More to the point, despite the obvious objective proof in virtually every area of my life, I find that sometimes I still don’t believe this whole thing — this weight loss and reshaping of my body, this improvement in my health — because I’ve been here before, on the way down and, inevitably, on the way back up. It never took.
It’s gotta be too good to be true.
But this time does feel different. I can’t quite put my finger on why, exactly; I’m still struggling to define it, and maybe I always will, but this is the first time that number’s ever changed. A metabolic age that’s lower than my actual age. That must mean something, right?
After all, scales don’t lie.
It’s been two months since the surgery, and I’m down 62 pounds. Even I can see the difference. Check ’em out.
I took a lot of shit in high school and college for liking Steely Dan, but my attitude was: screw ’em. Like the song says – you wouldn’t know a diamond if you held it in your hand; the things you think are precious I can’t understand.
Of course, at that stage of my life, that was my attitude toward most things. But that’s another story … back in those days, though, when I went to a party, I always seemed to end up near the stereo, and I’d think nothing of slapping on one of the Dan’s records in between, say, London Calling and More Songs About Buildings and Food. Even if it wasn’t my house.
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As of today it’s been two months, exactly, since the gastric sleeve surgery. Not to put too fine a point on it, but things are different post-op, ever so much. Beyond the 63 pounds that have somehow melted off me, I mean.
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If you’re bariatric, you’re probably getting sick of the store-bought protein shake. The convenience of just opening a package and getting 20 or 30 grams of protein is great, yeah, but the taste leaves much to be desired.
The fact is, you can make a pretty darn good protein shake on your own, quickly and easily. All you need is a decent blender and some ingredients. Here’s how.
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#SleeveLife: I Walked Into My Nutritionist’s Office With Coffee – You Won’t Believe What Happened Next!
There are a lot of things that are off limits after bariatric surgery, and booze, sugar and deep-fried foods are right up there at the top of the list.
But what about coffee?
The answer, it seems, depends on who you ask. And to make matters more confusing, there’s plenty of conflicting information out there. read the rest of this post …
For the first six weeks or so after bariatric surgery, the pace of your life slows down while you recover. You’ve got some time: time to read, time to write, and time to think about exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into.
Gradually, though, it starts to ramp back up and before you even know what’s happening, things are right back to the way they were before the surgery. You’re back at work. You’re jolting awake at 2am most nights, heart pounding with a nameless fear. And you’re getting up too goddamn early in the morning to do the whole thing all over again.
So, I’ve uploaded new pix to the Pix page. These shots are from Aug. 6, one month after surgery. They show a weight loss of 42 pounds.
The pace of the weight loss has slowed since then; I’m no longer losing 42 pounds a month. These days it’s more like 20-25, but I’ll take it.
After all, I’m playing the long game here.
Anyway, check out the pix. More soon.
Something I’ve discovered about the whole bariatric thing is that there’s literally a metric shit-ton of manufacturers all trying to get into my wallet, post-surgery.
Bariatric protein shakes. Bariatric food. Bariatric vitamins. Bariatric scales. Bariatric food storage containers. Bariatric plates. Bariatric bowls. Bariatric water bottles.
Fitness devices. Tracking apps for food. Tracking apps for exercise. Tracking apps for water.
You get the picture.
Some of the these products are great. Some of them suck. In the coming weeks and months, we’ll let you know what we think of some of them.
And if we ever get into a position where we’re lucky enough to be getting free stuff or even, heaven forfend, receiving compensation for a review, we will let you know, up front and unambiguously.