Teresa C.
stall and blathering on
Mar 08, 2009
well its jsut after 4am now and ive been up for ages i tried to go to sleep but nothing is working, been surfting the web...found nothing interesting came on this site, i do spend a fair amount of time when i can to surft the forums and try and give my two cents worth lol
i guess im thinking about my stall its been like a week maybe more where the numbers hover around the same place...im sick of looking at them im doing eveyrhthing in my power to get them moving but something is not budgging...i t hink the scale is a stupid invention which should of never been made, or at least not made avaliable to large people lol
I hate boys...going through boy troubles right now...dont wanna discuss because its too dramaramma and my eyelids are finnally starting to get heavy
i have to get up an hour to get ready for class...yes class...full of the phd's (you know the ones in your lectures that have to intertupt the lecturer every 5 seconds to tell their opinions etc) its going to be a looooooongggg dayyyy
so i better get some shut eye
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i guess im thinking about my stall its been like a week maybe more where the numbers hover around the same place...im sick of looking at them im doing eveyrhthing in my power to get them moving but something is not budgging...i t hink the scale is a stupid invention which should of never been made, or at least not made avaliable to large people lol
I hate boys...going through boy troubles right now...dont wanna discuss because its too dramaramma and my eyelids are finnally starting to get heavy
i have to get up an hour to get ready for class...yes class...full of the phd's (you know the ones in your lectures that have to intertupt the lecturer every 5 seconds to tell their opinions etc) its going to be a looooooongggg dayyyy
so i better get some shut eye
quick update
Feb 07, 2009
hi just checking in cumming up to third week now feeling better most days, although some days it does feel a bit sore in tummy area. i cant wait for this mush stage to be over cant wait to start real food :-D saw doc. about a week ago he said i was doing well i dont have to start my vintamins yet he wants me to heal and use this time for recovery. I will see him again on the 26th of this month. Hopefully he'll fill me if not ill have to wait. update soon :-D
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surgery post-op
Jan 24, 2009
hey just going to blog about my time in hospital and add some comments about the pre-op diet since ive been a bit slack on this blogg thing....
the pre-op diet was one of the hardest things I have done in a while. Not only did test me physcially, but mentally and emotionally as well. In saying that, it took all my strenght to get through it, and sad to say I did have a couple of slip ups along the way. However, I did reach my goal of dropping the 6kg (I think about 14 pounds???) and had a few ephiany's along the way. I never realised how I revolved my life around food, I mean I kept asking my mum, whats for dinner or whens the next meal or how I longed for a slice of pizza from pizza hutt when I was really upset when the guy at the gym embarrassed me. Food is/was a crutch - this diet was such an eye opening experience. I was so glad when it concluded on the 18th because a girl can only take so many optifast shakes and soups in her lifetime ya know. this crutch will be an ongoing battle, but like I said i am willing to tackle it head on!
Fastforward 24 hours latter and I was off to hospital getting prepped for this life changing surgery. I met the nurse she was really nice took me into this room got me to change into the hospital garb and try to make me wear these awful hospital undies that no one could apparently fit. I mean helloooooooooooo they were like a size eight and im like a 23423423432423 heffer - at the moment - but not for long
. She said I could chop the sides to make them fit better, but i mean come on, a size eight is size eight no matter what angle you look at it right. She ask me a few questions and I wrapped myself in a nice toasty warm blanket even though its the middle of summer and I was dying of heat exhaustion! I had to wear some stripper stockings, i mean compression stockings so I wouldnt get blod clots and die. Then I had to remove my tounge stud and glasses then I went and waited in a bed with a heater attached and flipped through some magazines waiting for the doctor to arrive.
The doctor and athethistis came one at time, everyone was complaning that the doctor hadnt signed my form and they were scurrying around and saying how retarded he was and he always does this...I'm thinking this is a doctor thing, god's gift to the earth type mentality??? lol anyways Im digressing. He came and saw me assured me everything will be alright and whatnot said he will see me soon. Soon after the athetishis came with his partner - he was lovely explained everything to me said i wouldnt die and he laughed at my jokes. About ten minutes later they wheeled me off to surgery and I said hasta la vista to my mum!!!
Got to the OR met the lovely nurse who laughed at me because I thought she asked me if I had an STD and I was like excuse me did you just ask me If I had a STD...she had a thick African accent. I scooted over from the bed to the surgery table the athetists put some drugs into me then I was off in lala land.
About two hours later I woke up in recovery, it was freezing cold and I had this old lady nurse who I thought was more concerned about her non-existant love life than my care. She was talking about her meeting her internet boyfriends for coffee than taking care of me, becuase everytime I looked over ot her she always spoke in hushed tones and didnt want me to listen to her life stories. Then she had the nerve to complain that she called the ward that I was in first and I should of been taken up first, but alas I was the last one to leave. I was thinking maybe a little less convo, a lil more action love.
So I finnally got wheeled up to my room and got taken care of by a lovely nurse, my mum was waiting for me with magazines and flowers - ahhh bless her. I felt like I had been run over by a truck - thank god for pain meds. She did my obs and was great, very nice and caring...until I had to go to the bathroom and I recieved the surprise of my life when I got my first ever sponge bath......wow that was an expeirence I tell you. NOt only was i mortified but I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. LOL I was defintely not expecting that. I know its her job and shes seen all the bits and bobs before but hellloooo anyone heard of personal space...after my ordeal I hobbled back to my bed to watch the biggest loser
Overall I felt tired but I couldnt sleep, nurse kept checking my obs every couple of hours the doc came in and saw me told me surgery went well and I just needed some rest and he would see me in the morning. Mother went home I watched tv transamerica...I really wanted to stay up and watch the reruns of desperate housewives but my eyes were finnally shutting and I couldnt fight sleep deprevation any longer. I had a problem peeing...I went the first time alright in the afternoon, it was just at night time when I felt like i really had to go but nothing came out. The nurse told me I should suck on ice chips or run the water to get me going, but alas I was dry like the sahara desert. The athntheist told me its not uncommon for that to happen, its just the drugs in the system which messes up the chemisty and give it a day or to rectify itself and that its more common in men than women...so great im a freeeak :-D
Doc came in early in the morning gave me the all clear, didnt really sleep well kept getting woken up by the nurses for obs every two hours yippppiee....I had some smoothie and water for breakfast. I got laughed at by the nurse when she presented me two big horse pills and told me I had to take them, and laughed when I said couldnt swallow...yes its embarrassing but I have never been able to swallow pills...dont ask me why.
So I checked out of the hosptial about 9.30am after I showered - dont ask me how but I mangaged it got dressed filled in the survey form and checked out. I know I shouldnt of, but later that afternoon I went ot school for orentation, I was feeling up to it and knew I wouldnt be able to sleep - my friend called me robocop lol I suppose I am, but I would not recomend it take at least a week off, I didnt have a choice :-(
So tommorow is going to be a week for me post-op its been challenging, hard, scary, exciting and I can't wait fto see what the future holds for me
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the pre-op diet was one of the hardest things I have done in a while. Not only did test me physcially, but mentally and emotionally as well. In saying that, it took all my strenght to get through it, and sad to say I did have a couple of slip ups along the way. However, I did reach my goal of dropping the 6kg (I think about 14 pounds???) and had a few ephiany's along the way. I never realised how I revolved my life around food, I mean I kept asking my mum, whats for dinner or whens the next meal or how I longed for a slice of pizza from pizza hutt when I was really upset when the guy at the gym embarrassed me. Food is/was a crutch - this diet was such an eye opening experience. I was so glad when it concluded on the 18th because a girl can only take so many optifast shakes and soups in her lifetime ya know. this crutch will be an ongoing battle, but like I said i am willing to tackle it head on!
Fastforward 24 hours latter and I was off to hospital getting prepped for this life changing surgery. I met the nurse she was really nice took me into this room got me to change into the hospital garb and try to make me wear these awful hospital undies that no one could apparently fit. I mean helloooooooooooo they were like a size eight and im like a 23423423432423 heffer - at the moment - but not for long
. She said I could chop the sides to make them fit better, but i mean come on, a size eight is size eight no matter what angle you look at it right. She ask me a few questions and I wrapped myself in a nice toasty warm blanket even though its the middle of summer and I was dying of heat exhaustion! I had to wear some stripper stockings, i mean compression stockings so I wouldnt get blod clots and die. Then I had to remove my tounge stud and glasses then I went and waited in a bed with a heater attached and flipped through some magazines waiting for the doctor to arrive. The doctor and athethistis came one at time, everyone was complaning that the doctor hadnt signed my form and they were scurrying around and saying how retarded he was and he always does this...I'm thinking this is a doctor thing, god's gift to the earth type mentality??? lol anyways Im digressing. He came and saw me assured me everything will be alright and whatnot said he will see me soon. Soon after the athetishis came with his partner - he was lovely explained everything to me said i wouldnt die and he laughed at my jokes. About ten minutes later they wheeled me off to surgery and I said hasta la vista to my mum!!!
Got to the OR met the lovely nurse who laughed at me because I thought she asked me if I had an STD and I was like excuse me did you just ask me If I had a STD...she had a thick African accent. I scooted over from the bed to the surgery table the athetists put some drugs into me then I was off in lala land.
About two hours later I woke up in recovery, it was freezing cold and I had this old lady nurse who I thought was more concerned about her non-existant love life than my care. She was talking about her meeting her internet boyfriends for coffee than taking care of me, becuase everytime I looked over ot her she always spoke in hushed tones and didnt want me to listen to her life stories. Then she had the nerve to complain that she called the ward that I was in first and I should of been taken up first, but alas I was the last one to leave. I was thinking maybe a little less convo, a lil more action love.
So I finnally got wheeled up to my room and got taken care of by a lovely nurse, my mum was waiting for me with magazines and flowers - ahhh bless her. I felt like I had been run over by a truck - thank god for pain meds. She did my obs and was great, very nice and caring...until I had to go to the bathroom and I recieved the surprise of my life when I got my first ever sponge bath......wow that was an expeirence I tell you. NOt only was i mortified but I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. LOL I was defintely not expecting that. I know its her job and shes seen all the bits and bobs before but hellloooo anyone heard of personal space...after my ordeal I hobbled back to my bed to watch the biggest loser
Overall I felt tired but I couldnt sleep, nurse kept checking my obs every couple of hours the doc came in and saw me told me surgery went well and I just needed some rest and he would see me in the morning. Mother went home I watched tv transamerica...I really wanted to stay up and watch the reruns of desperate housewives but my eyes were finnally shutting and I couldnt fight sleep deprevation any longer. I had a problem peeing...I went the first time alright in the afternoon, it was just at night time when I felt like i really had to go but nothing came out. The nurse told me I should suck on ice chips or run the water to get me going, but alas I was dry like the sahara desert. The athntheist told me its not uncommon for that to happen, its just the drugs in the system which messes up the chemisty and give it a day or to rectify itself and that its more common in men than women...so great im a freeeak :-D
Doc came in early in the morning gave me the all clear, didnt really sleep well kept getting woken up by the nurses for obs every two hours yippppiee....I had some smoothie and water for breakfast. I got laughed at by the nurse when she presented me two big horse pills and told me I had to take them, and laughed when I said couldnt swallow...yes its embarrassing but I have never been able to swallow pills...dont ask me why.
So I checked out of the hosptial about 9.30am after I showered - dont ask me how but I mangaged it got dressed filled in the survey form and checked out. I know I shouldnt of, but later that afternoon I went ot school for orentation, I was feeling up to it and knew I wouldnt be able to sleep - my friend called me robocop lol I suppose I am, but I would not recomend it take at least a week off, I didnt have a choice :-(
So tommorow is going to be a week for me post-op its been challenging, hard, scary, exciting and I can't wait fto see what the future holds for me
venting
Jan 16, 2009
well i had a bad day yesterday - friday 16th, after thinking it would be a great day! You see it was the day I was suppose to pay for my surgery. Let me start off by saying that I had to travel quite a way to get to the doctors office in crazy peak hour traffic - crazy auckland drivers urrrgh!!! When I rock up the receptionist office I say Hi I'm here for my weigh in before monday - the lady takes my name etc etc and tells me that one of her friends gf's daughter had the surgery done and starts gloating about her success - i was very inspired. However, we go to the back of the office, which is all open plan and she very loudly says my weight so everyone could hear - I just wanted the earth to open me up and swallow me whole lol. I know I wont be that weight for much longer but it still embarrassing people knowing my weight.
Then I proceed to pay for the surgery with my efpost card and it was declined as it was not valid because the machine couldnt handle such a large payment. So the receptionist who is a temp (all the normal staff are still on summer vaction) tells me I have to go to the bank and get it sorted. I was thinking they would just tell me their was a limit perday using epftot. But I smile politiely and agree to go find the bank in an area I dont know that well in scorching summer heat in peak hour traffic! After getting lost and going round the block a few times I find the bank and the go to the teller who couldnt speak much english told me that they only do 2000 withdrawls perday via epftost. She told me I should get a credit card, and I tell her that I already have one with another bank but she kept inisiting that I get one for that bank. I was thinking i NEED THIS MONEY TODAYYYYYY LADYYY OTHERWISE THEIR WONT BE SURGERY URRRGHHH ahaha and then she takes my efpost receit to go show the manager - dont ask me why. After that I said i Have to go
I rang my mum who said everything will be alright and she'll put it on her card and I;ll give her the money when I get home. After the reassuring phone call i drive back to the office to tell the receptionist the new plan and she calls my mum to get her credit card details and she stuffs up the trasaction 3 times....she even had the piece of paper outlining step by step how to do it lol. She told my mum when I was standing right there, that I shouldnt worry that banks do this all the time, and thats why its best to come in the morning to get the financials sorted lol...I felt like saying to her I could of told you we could of done it this way instead of sending me on a goosechase you gump. But I kept my composure and smiled politely. I wonder when I get skinny I will still keep my composure and smile or will I be more assertive...only time will tell eh...So the doctor's fees are paid - he can go buy another hott car with my payment now lol
After finishing at the doctors office I drove back to the city to go the gym and I see my old trainer there I dont like him hes an ass and I dont get along with him often. Yesterday was the icing on the cake, yesterday was my cardio day and everything was going fine until i went upto the rowing machines which are on the balcony which overlooks the weight room. I was minding my own business I did not stop to talk to him, as he wanted me to stoop and have a chat, but I was in the zone and i was trying to keep my heart rate up right. I walk up the stairs to the rowers, the cardio room is on the other side of the gym and I get to the rowers and all I hear is "hey don't break the rower, I just fixed it". I felt the whole gym stop and look at me I was so moritifed and embarrassed. All I saw was his big fat ugly face laugh and the other people who were talking to him just stared at me, I think they were waiting for my response. I think out of all the things he's done that was the worse. I completed the rower component of my workout and I calmy went down stairs to talk to him - that's a first for me I ussually tell him hes a fcukn idiot and dont talk to me lol. While rowing I was thinking Im getting surgery on Monday and Its a start of a new life, so its time to handle him differently, I calmy walked downstairs and told him that what he did was very unproffessional, and it he shouldn't of done it and do not talk to me unless you can apologise sincercerly. He quickly retorted sorry sorry but he was laughing anfd rolling his eyes thinking he had done nothing wrong. A lot of people think i'm a drama queen and I over exagrate what my ex trainer is like but I really can't stand him. I think Its time for a new gym. Howerever, since i'm a poor student still I think I'll be there for at least another year :-(. I'm not looking forward to going back their after my surgery and ill be skinner, I can just imagine him making remarks about me and then saying I shouldn't of gotten surgery, i should of stopped being lazy. When I was training with him he was wanting me to train 7 days a week - in the end I got over training syndrome or whatever its called and called it quits I was so run down and he said I was always bitchy - gee I WONDER FUCKING WHY. I wonder how some people get qualified to become personal trainers honestly...
ok time for positve polly to come back now - great i could vent, sorry about the novel entry but I needed to get it off my chest
thanks for listening!!!
countdown to skinnyville begins in
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Then I proceed to pay for the surgery with my efpost card and it was declined as it was not valid because the machine couldnt handle such a large payment. So the receptionist who is a temp (all the normal staff are still on summer vaction) tells me I have to go to the bank and get it sorted. I was thinking they would just tell me their was a limit perday using epftot. But I smile politiely and agree to go find the bank in an area I dont know that well in scorching summer heat in peak hour traffic! After getting lost and going round the block a few times I find the bank and the go to the teller who couldnt speak much english told me that they only do 2000 withdrawls perday via epftost. She told me I should get a credit card, and I tell her that I already have one with another bank but she kept inisiting that I get one for that bank. I was thinking i NEED THIS MONEY TODAYYYYYY LADYYY OTHERWISE THEIR WONT BE SURGERY URRRGHHH ahaha and then she takes my efpost receit to go show the manager - dont ask me why. After that I said i Have to go
I rang my mum who said everything will be alright and she'll put it on her card and I;ll give her the money when I get home. After the reassuring phone call i drive back to the office to tell the receptionist the new plan and she calls my mum to get her credit card details and she stuffs up the trasaction 3 times....she even had the piece of paper outlining step by step how to do it lol. She told my mum when I was standing right there, that I shouldnt worry that banks do this all the time, and thats why its best to come in the morning to get the financials sorted lol...I felt like saying to her I could of told you we could of done it this way instead of sending me on a goosechase you gump. But I kept my composure and smiled politely. I wonder when I get skinny I will still keep my composure and smile or will I be more assertive...only time will tell eh...So the doctor's fees are paid - he can go buy another hott car with my payment now lol
After finishing at the doctors office I drove back to the city to go the gym and I see my old trainer there I dont like him hes an ass and I dont get along with him often. Yesterday was the icing on the cake, yesterday was my cardio day and everything was going fine until i went upto the rowing machines which are on the balcony which overlooks the weight room. I was minding my own business I did not stop to talk to him, as he wanted me to stoop and have a chat, but I was in the zone and i was trying to keep my heart rate up right. I walk up the stairs to the rowers, the cardio room is on the other side of the gym and I get to the rowers and all I hear is "hey don't break the rower, I just fixed it". I felt the whole gym stop and look at me I was so moritifed and embarrassed. All I saw was his big fat ugly face laugh and the other people who were talking to him just stared at me, I think they were waiting for my response. I think out of all the things he's done that was the worse. I completed the rower component of my workout and I calmy went down stairs to talk to him - that's a first for me I ussually tell him hes a fcukn idiot and dont talk to me lol. While rowing I was thinking Im getting surgery on Monday and Its a start of a new life, so its time to handle him differently, I calmy walked downstairs and told him that what he did was very unproffessional, and it he shouldn't of done it and do not talk to me unless you can apologise sincercerly. He quickly retorted sorry sorry but he was laughing anfd rolling his eyes thinking he had done nothing wrong. A lot of people think i'm a drama queen and I over exagrate what my ex trainer is like but I really can't stand him. I think Its time for a new gym. Howerever, since i'm a poor student still I think I'll be there for at least another year :-(. I'm not looking forward to going back their after my surgery and ill be skinner, I can just imagine him making remarks about me and then saying I shouldn't of gotten surgery, i should of stopped being lazy. When I was training with him he was wanting me to train 7 days a week - in the end I got over training syndrome or whatever its called and called it quits I was so run down and he said I was always bitchy - gee I WONDER FUCKING WHY. I wonder how some people get qualified to become personal trainers honestly...
ok time for positve polly to come back now - great i could vent, sorry about the novel entry but I needed to get it off my chest
thanks for listening!!!
countdown to skinnyville begins in
10
9
8
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5
4
3
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BLASTOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
first blog
Dec 31, 2008
well well what can i say its the first day of the new year 1/1/2009 and i have to wait 4 more days to start my pre-op diet - oh joy
im going to be living on optifast chocolate, coffee and banana milkshakes and vegetable soup for 14 days. My dietcian has told me i will experience mood swings, cravings and fatigue and the worse thing of all is i wont be able to go to my second home - the gym. but on that that note i am up for this challenge i will work my butt off to be in the best possible shape for my surgey on the 19th of jan.
ok i will write something when i have something to say or moan about which i think will be in four days lol
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im going to be living on optifast chocolate, coffee and banana milkshakes and vegetable soup for 14 days. My dietcian has told me i will experience mood swings, cravings and fatigue and the worse thing of all is i wont be able to go to my second home - the gym. but on that that note i am up for this challenge i will work my butt off to be in the best possible shape for my surgey on the 19th of jan.
ok i will write something when i have something to say or moan about which i think will be in four days lol
