Friday, January 22, 2016

I Smell Like Cat Pee

I was off and "walking" for my break tonight at work….there's a Sprouts market about 1/2 mile from me, so I decided  tonight would be the night that I braved the highly trafficked road that separates my employer from the Sprouts Market.

Since the call of the apples and tangelos was too much to resist, I thought it would be a great workout and a nice personal accomplishment to face that road, finally.

It's a pretty chilly night here in Colorado; there is still some ground cover of snow, and several ugly heaps where the snow plows piled it up.  
I had on a fairly warm jacket; it’s a hoodie lined with some fur.  The air was crisp, so I alternated between having my hood up and down.  
I walked briskly.  The return to work is an uphill incline, so by the time I got to my desk with my fruit I was a little sweaty.

I unzipped my coat and my nose started sniffing something wrong.  I thought what is that smell??!?!

It smells like...sniff sniff....cat pee!!!!  Yuuck!

It took me a moment to realize the scent was coming out of my skin.  My slight sweat underneath my coat.  It smelled heavily of ammonia and was reminiscent of cat pee!

Since I'm an armchair doctor, I pulled up trusty Google and diagnosed myself via the search engine.

I found out that basically the reason for the odor is what happens when the body starts to break down protein – when no carbs are available.  Increasing carbs, even if it’s just an apple or a slice of whole grain bread, prior to a workout should curb this effect.

Glad I picked up some apples while I was at Sprouts, on my walk.  It’s almost ironic.

Humbly,

The Cat Pee Lady

PS: Over 8000 on my Fit Bit tonight...YAY!

Thursday, January 14, 2016

FitBit, Kettle Bell workout, and my Bitch Scar

Yesterday morning I did a kettle bell workout that I found on YouTube.  I liked it, the gist of it was that you did 3 reps of the same 6 moves, the first round of reps you did 14, the second round 13, and the final round 12 reps.  I knew it was a good workout by the way my heart rate was up, and how tired I was by the end of the day. 

Whenever I work out, I am generally more motivated to keep it healthy during the day (that is a definite benefit of working out in the AM vs. the PM for me).  Since I’d started my day out with a workout, I was all over watching my step count on my Fitbit.  I walked with intention and surpassed my 8,000 step goal.

Last night I suffered with horrid leg cramps.  Charlie horse cramps, even towards the front of my calf.  I definitely think being somewhat deficient on potassium played a role in that, on top of the workout I’d done in the morning.  I popped a potassium pill but was still awoken in the night with some cramping. 

Speaking of my Fitbit, the original goal that was pre-set was to get 10,000 steps per day.  I think that is the medically recognized healthy standard.  For me, I found that I never reached that goal.  I decided to reduce it to 8,000.  8,000 is a number that I have to put effort into getting, but it feels attainable.  I decided once I start to consistently get 8,000 steps (for at least a week straight, maybe 2 weeks) that I will then up the count, probably to 8,500.  Slow and steady.  It just really sucked to never feel like I was even close to meeting the step goal.  It also took me awhile to figure out I could adjust my goal within the Fitbit app.

If you want, you can find me and add me on Fitbit under “Lea G”.  (I think!!)

On another topic, which is a little gross (you’ve been warned).   I have multiple scars on my stomach from my RNY surgery.  The spots where the tools went in, and then some scars from the 3 tubes that were inserted into me during the “emergency” surgery.  The biggest scar, the one that was from the tube that went into my stomach for drainage, has healed but I’ve always referred to it as my “bitch scar” because it gets unexpectedly tender and sometimes feels weird.

I was never too worried about infection or anything, because it had healed overall, was just sensitive sometimes.  Well, two nights ago I noticed there was a scab on my scar.  I was surprised, but realized it had felt extra tender throughout the day (not SORE, but noticeable in the back of my mind).  I started lightly messing with the scab, it came right off followed by a little pus.  Yikes.  That was really all there was to it though, no big deal.

The next night (last night) I was relaxing and laying on my stomach relaxing, watching Netflix.  I got up and went down the hall and realized my shirt felt damp, right near the scar.  I investigated to find that the scar had another small looking scab on it, but the area was wet with…some pus, and liquid.  I scraped the area lightly and I saw a perfectly circular hole in my scar. 

It really tripped me out!!  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.  I googled it and everything says that it’s likely a stitch that worked itself out.  I know that the drainage tube did have stitches in it to hold it in place, so my surgeon must have missed one the day I went in to have the tube removed.    

Has anyone else ever had that happen to them?  Isn’t it amazing what our bodies can do?

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

I'm Baaack! Weight loss update, Gastric Bypass news

I know that when weight loss blogs quiet down it usually means that the person has stopped losing weight.

Not me.  I lost my blogger password and lost my related google password, so it's all just been a little on the ridiculous side.

I won't waste too much energy saying how I'm going to be maintaining this blog much more faithfully, though that is my plan!!

So, recap:

Weight Watchers was great, my previous blog entries focused around that point in my life.  Meanwhile though, more developments:
  • I had gastric bypass (RNY) on June 15th, 2015.
  • I had emergency gastric bypass exploratory on June 17th, 2015. 
    • Turns out, I had a leak and was going toxic.  I'll do a blog post on that later.
  • I had an extended recovery, it took me about 10 weeks to feel good again.

So, here I am, January 12th of 2016.  That means I'm almost at my 7 month surgery mark.  It's been fantastic.  

Previously, I felt that I had little control over food. 

Weight Watchers helped me keep it at an "acceptable" intake, but life in general seemed to require putting in an extreme amount of effort, thought, calculation into food.

It's hard to live life when you are focused on food all the time.

What am I going to eat next?  What can I afford?  How will I "treat" myself?  How many calories is in that?  Blah blah blah.

I don't know about you, but it just gets old.  Who wants to feel deprived regularly?  Not me.

With my surgery, I don't feel deprived anymore.  I eat a very small amount of food, and feel full.  Satisfied.

Yes, there were "head hunger" issues in the beginning (it's hard to beleive a couple bites could have me feeling stuffed, when I used to like to eat for pleasure and could easily munch down 5 soft tacos and a beefy 5 layer ;) )

Also, the surgery for me doesn't impact the type of foods I can consume.  I had opted for the gastric bypass because one of the common side effects of it is a "dumping syndrome", where basically if you eat something too sugary, too fatty, your body will go ape shit and you'll feel like crap, throw up...basically live in the bathroom for an hour or so.  I wanted that reinforcement, but for me, I didn't get that.  I can munch a fried chicken wing.  I can eat a cookie.  No dumping.

That said, my point is that I can still eat anything, I just have to make a choice to consume what will best serve me.  Since I can't eat much, and don't eat just for the pleasure of it, it's very, very easy to want to make healthy choices.  


I have continued with my measurements, and have been documenting my body changes with pictures.  Some I don't mind sharing now, others I think I will wait for down the road. 

If you are reading this, I hope you are well.  :)