I'm a 30-something year old wife and mother of three wonderful boys. After many years of emotional & mental issues, medication issues and (obviously) food issues, I have ended up overweight and tired all the time. Knowing my illnesses will not get better if I don't become healthier I had decided to start the long journey to Weight Loss Surgery (WLS) to better myself. I want to be the fun, healthy mom... and dare I say it?... the 'hot mom' & wife. Here's my journey before and after my gastric bypass surgery, along with some recipes.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Stuck

My progress is coming along... slowly but surely.  My pain meds aren't getting used nearly as often, only at night a little so I can sleep a bit more comfortably.  Even though that darn reclining couch we just bought is getting a work out and I actually HATE sleeping on it... I just can't get on my bed and lay down.  I've tried for the past 4 days to lay on my bed.  The first day I tried it... I told Chris to let me be in my room for a little bit on my own, I'll be right back.  I go in there, gently lay down on my back - - I'm fine.  Not comfortable, cant' breath very well, but fine.  I'm thinking - 'Small success'.  I roll to my side (because that's how I normally sleep) and I'm in terrible pain. The type of pain any lady that's had a baby would recognize, when you can't use your ab muscles for anything and there's that horrible 'pulling' sensation on the insides.... it was HORRIBLE.  I'm saddened, but figure, I'll just get up, no one will know how silly I was thinking I could sleep in my own bed.  I can't roll over.  I'm stuck.

I couldn't lay there and pout at all, even though that's what I really wanted to do, but I was in too much pain!!  I started to hollar "Chris.... Honey...." and he comes running.  Looked at me puzzled and just reached out his hand... I said, "Hun, I'm stuck."  He pulls me up out of the bed and then tells me, "It's ok, we'll just keep sleeping on the couch until you're able to go back to the bed."  Oh how miserable.

Later that night, we make our little camp-out-forts on the reclining couch, once again.  My back is starting to ache, my 'butt-bone' isn't happy again and I can't roll over.  Once again... I'm on the couch, and I'm stuck.  blah!


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