Tuesday, February 05, 2013
I eventually listened to the Ďfitting the gastric bandí track on Thursday evening before bed, so this is my fifth day with it. There were no immediate differences, but then I wasnít expecting that, but over the weekend, I wasnít too impressed. In fact I posted on the UK message board to say so, then on Monday, something happened that hadnít happened before, but lets take the days in order.
Friday Day 1. Didnít have a lot planned. Iím still practicing the four golden rules anyway, so I donít give myself much breakfast or lunch any more, and I was satisfied with what I ate. I spent all day with an awareness of my stomach, a kind of mild hollow feeling. I was overtaken in the afternoon with a feeling that I needed to walk, and went out for a swift walk, pounding the pavements. I did 90 minutes and crossed the 10,000 steps, just. Dinner was sausages, beans and mash. I ate what I considered to be a fairly normal portion, my awareness of full was definatly heightened, it came quite suddenly, just before Iíd finished my plate. The last mashed potato was binned.
Saturday and Sunday, days 2+3. I was hiking both days, so they kind of blend into one. Both days I had a small bowl of granola for breakfast with a drink of milk, and a sandwich, which I ate three quarters of for lunch. On Sunday I had a large slice of victoria sponge, which I did feel full after, as well. On both days dinner was scrappy as I was too tired to cook, cheese on toast Saturday, and beans on toast Sunday. Both days I felt nothing stomach wise at all and was disappointed, hence the post.
Then I started thinking about that this morning. What am I expecting, to hike all day on nothing??? I walked 11 miles on Saturday, and 8 on Sunday for goodness sake, on toast and granola! Itís not supposed to be a starvation diet. I was hungry, I ate.
Yesterday, Monday day 4. I had come in on Sunday evening to a very unwell old cat, which added to my eating stress, as I was afraid Iíd have a very hard decision to make in the morning. I was up most of the night comforting him. I might add that he was in no distress, it was only me! He might not be able to walk, but he was having a whale of a time, lying there full length being cuddled and stroked. He was even purring to himself! So Monday dawned full of problems. No breakfast, straight to the vet, who immediately ordered tests and admitted him, so all day was spent awaiting phone calls and doing nothing much, and I ate a sandwich for lunch, and another for tea. By eight in the evening, they had said he wasnít at deaths door yet, though they werenít letting him home either, but I could relax. Usually that would be enough for me to have a big meal, and probably a few beers, and totally let my hair down. I did go and get an Indian takeaway, the one I had promised myself on Sunday. I did have a beer, but only the one, while waiting for my food to be prepared, then Iíd had enough! (unheard of, I would normally have three, one before, one during, one after) The food I divided in half, I know itís always too much. I was very full after that, which WAS unusual, I would not have expected to be that full, I should really have stopped sooner but the clean plate brigade reared its ugly head, but before, often I would have gone back for more.
So today I have had three quarters of a slice of toast for breakfast, slightly less than normal, and the juryís still out! Certainly I seem to go from hardly past hungry to full much more quickly and insistently. I will go for another walk later as my tai chi and swim were cancelled because of old Twink, and Iíll continue to assess the situation.
Later:- It definately seems to intesify both the hungry and full signals. I went out and walked 5 miles round my local park this morning, the weather was bright but cold and I felt almost compelled again.....Hmmm. That took me past my normal lunchtime of 1.30, and it was like a switch turning on. Real hunger. I couldn't wait to get home to my sandwich, my tummy was even rumbling by the time I sat down, then hunger receeded just as fast, as I slowly chewed my way through my sandwich, which I didn't quite finish! I suppose it can only give me the signals, it's up to me to heed them.