Yesterday I had all of my pre-op appointments, and I was informed that I should have started my liver shrinking diet on Wednesday (to make sure the surgeon can easily get to the stomach, since the liver sits in front of it).
The first nutritionist I met with never mentioned anything about a pre-op diet, nor was it mentioned in any of the materials I’d been given. I seriously thought I was home free until the day before surgery (which I knew would be liquids only).
That’s part of why I started my own pre-op diet on June 1st. Thank goodness I did! I’m now limited to a mere 700 calories per day, comprised of high protein and low carb foods. I thought my self-imposed 1500 calorie per day diet was hard? This ain’t got nothing on that.
I’m allowed some non-starchy vegetables, but no starchy vegetables. And I was surprised to find that any bean where you also eat the pod counts as a non-starchy vegetable, but if you just eat the bean it’s starchy. Weird. I’m also allowed some fruit, but not much.
Yesterday I ate a 12 piece grilled nugget from Chick-fil-A (spare me the grief – I was literally in appointments from 8am until nearly 2pm), a single serving of Costco chicken salad, a cup of tomato basil soup, and one mini Babybel light cheese. A grand total of 694 calories. I also took a long nap after I got home because of the hunger pangs.
I’m on track to just go over my 700 calories today. It’s harder at work; I have a desk job so it’s easy to sit here and think about the food I’m not allowed to eat. But I know I can do this. My surgery is next week, and this bit of discomfort is worth it.
One thing I wasn’t prepared for so early was how emotional I’m feeling. I’m not generally a super emotional person; I’ve suffered depression for most of my life and it’s conditioned me to keep a lot of my emotions in. I expected to have an increase of emotions after surgery; when you lose weight so quickly, your hormones go a bit crazy and you can get quite moody. I didn’t expect to see that during my pre-op phase when I’ve only lost 6 pounds!
But it’s here. It almost feels like a disconnect to me. I’m not anxious or nervous about my surgery at all. Je suis prest. (Or, I am ready, if you’re not a fan of Outlander). I have no qualms or misgivings about having the surgery. So the emotions are throwing me for a bit of a loop. I was listening to one of my favorite podcasts this morning (Dusted) and got teary eyed in several places just because they were talking about a tender moment or a powerful moment in a television show. What the what?
Countdown to Surgery: 5 days!