Today was the second most looked forward to moment since my gallbladder surgery...I got my JP drain taken out today (the first being when I can exercise normally again)! I wasn't really sure what to expect (I couldn't find much about the removal process online...and it being New Years, the office was a little hard to get a hold of), whether I would be out, needing to be stitched, etc etc....nope....just *shloop* and the doc tugged a good 12 inches of tubing from my side, which I've got to say has to be the most bizarre feeling I've experienced thus far (sorry for the TMI, folks). I'm fairly good with pain, but apparently freakishly strange feelings in my side will elicit a yelp. lol

Since the surgery, despite the occasional twinge of pain going from laying to standing (or laughing...or sneezing. heh) and the awkwardness of having to tote around the JP drain (now that isn't even a worry), aaannnnd the antsy feeling of not being able to exercise quite to the intensity I like/have grown accustomed to, this is the best I've felt in some time. I've mentioned before, but I'm really just thankful to be eating normally again. The experience has greatly improved my relationship with food; I'm actually making it into my calorie range, when previously I couldn't seem to eat near enough without a huge effort. I'm still managing to shave off little bits of weight here and there, when I was terrified (or more accurately, grudgingly expecting) I would gain. I have Sparkpeople to thank for a lot of why that is possible. I will admit that when my fitness streak ended I 'awed', but thanks to you guys with your kind words and words of encouragement, I know that it would be silly to get discouraged and stop because I had to take a break for surgery....kind of a big thing. lol...I can see what could have happened: me sitting miserable and in pain, too depressed to get up and MOVE....It's just stupid, but I know I could and have been capable of that kind of backwards thinking, that because I missed a few days everything is RUINED. Who is that going to help (hell, in terms of surgery that could hinder the recovery process, not to mention it could provoke all kinds of new problems)? I'm very glad to say that I'm not even close to that. I recognize my current limits and exercise to my abilities; it doesn't matter that I had a bump or that I have to take it easy, I have to keep going and I WILL achieve what I want in time. It's no longer a question of 'if', but 'when'.


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