Puree Week⟫ Day 3
Was awake when Book_grim got in from work around 4 am and shared a yoghurt and a chat. This morning, we all seemed to be feeling exhausted so the day didn’t really start until after 11 am. I was so impressed though, cos Book_grim got all of her important chores handled before she left to spend a few days with her Dad.
Stripes dyed my hair soft-lavender again with the Crazy Colour and I had a shower. I feel clean but my incisions are itching like you wouldn’t believe, and two of them have a weird spike-like thing sticking out of them. It’s difficult to tell what it is – maybe a stitch? – but I’m trying my best to leave them alone and just use vaseline to keep the skin moist.
I’m wearing my new Garfield jimjams and can’t figure out if I’m imagining it or not, but they feel a little looser? Not that the scales have made a great jump downwards or anything like that. It’s hard to remain positive when there seems to be no real movement – I’m barely managing my liquid goals let alone the puree ones, which means I’m eating less than 800 calories per day. Surely the scales should be dropping more than this, right? Sigh – just keep sipping, just keep sipping. We didn’t end up contacting the surgery team regarding the trapped wind issue – partly because we all slept in and partly because there is a major part of me that feels like I’m making a big deal out of nothing.
Positivity: this is more difficult today. I was thinking that I’ve turned into a real hermit, with my phone on do not disturb, avoiding chats, etc. Then I realised it’s because I’m feeling a bit fragile and I’m protecting my peace. There’s no point putting myself out there just to be over-sensitive to things that might be said – it makes more sense to hunker down and be nice to myself. I think normally I would be trying to force myself to be sociable/be on, but I am just feeling absolutely exhausted and like I need a break. So I’m taking one.
Stripes and I are going to watch the new season of Strike on BBCiPlayer and I’m going to keep going with the blanket I’m making for Jay’s grand-daughter, although I’m not sure if it’s any good. It doesn’t look like a neat rectangle to me and I wouldn’t even be offended if Jay said thanks but no thanks! Tomorrow makes three weeks since surgery and I know that means I am well within the three week stall. I was hoping that wouldn’t happen to me, but apparently in this I am going to be ‘typical’. Damned shame, as some people have had some amazing losses in the first three weeks since surgery, whereas I seem to be making no real progress.
Just keep sipping!
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