Proffee

When I began my weight loss surgery journey I did not expect to still need supplements 4 years later but here we are. I have done all the things, seen the dieticians, had gastroscopes and it just seems that I have very excellent restriction and malabsorption that works very efficiently. In light of these things my protein consumption has been a bit problematic.

What do you do if you are highly sensitive to red meat to the point that your blood sugar drops to dangerous levels of you have it? Well I can tell you, you avoid it! Soooooo I have had to find what works best for me to help support my protein needs. Currently I add protein to my coffee which works so well!! Yay that something works for me. Don’t get me wrong – I still do my best with my food but to help me along I add that scoop of protein to my favourite drink and it makes my day less stress filled food wise!

So here I give you my fav Proffee (protein and coffee) video. I am low key in love with my coffee machine too. I don’t bother going out for coffee now because it’s nicer to have one at home 🫶🏻

Invitation

I have been invited to things in my life, I have been uninvited and I have been not invited – I think most of us can relate to at least two of those things and if you are like me, like to speak your mind, have no hesitation about calling things as you see it, then you may have been uninvited too! 🤣 If you have been, “high five” you are in good company here.

So this is my invitation to you. I would love to know what you would like to know about me. I am happy to discuss all things weight loss surgery and skin removal surgery. My family is off limits but I will do my best to answer anything else xx

Protein Mini Quiche

These are probably one of the easier things that I regularly make, post weight loss surgery. I need quick, tasty and high protein meals for me to feel like it is worthwhile planning ahead and this meal ticks all of those boxes. I also love the fact that it is super portable. I can wrap these up and they go in my little lunch box for work. If you decide to watch the video please excuse my Kiddos talking in the background and also my doggies do the odd bark here and there. If you try this please let me know how it goes for you!

Recipe

💓6 eggs

💓1/2 cup ricotta

💓1 cup grated cheese

💓12 pieces of sun dried tomatoes

💓3 tablespoons chives

💓3 scoops of Tasteless protein by Feel Good

💓Salt and pepper to taste

30 minutes in a 180 degree oven

Makes 6

Macros

Calories 208

Fat 11grams

Carbs 6grams

Protein 21grams

Shutting up the inner meanie!

I thought I loved this pic then I realised that I could see my excess back skin creeping around and I started to pick at every single other fault and flaw I could see. I did that for about 5 minutes until I made myself nearly cry and then I just stopped! I just made myself STOP for a minute and gave myself a reality check! I’m a nearly 45 year old woman with 5 children, who has lost 2 thirds of my body weight. I have had 28 surgeries in my life and overcome a hell of a lot of things that others never see so I am going to refuse to allow myself to be put down ….. ESPECIALLY by my own internal voice!! I am never going to be perfect and thank fuck for that, who needs that kind of pressure!! so a great big ole finger to you internal mean girl in my head you can shut up tonight coz I’ll be over here listening to my hype girl! She knows that we have totally got this next phase in our journey! I would love to know what you do to get co trol of your self talk xx

Puffy Muffy

Can we talk about something for a minute?? I wanna discuss post weight loss surgery Puffy Muffy! If you are easily offended this is probably a good blog to avoid 😳

Not sure if I am the only one who had dreams of a nice looking below the belt region? Well I guess when I say nice looking …… being able to see it was my first goal! But I am going to be honest here and say that when I finally could see it, I wanted to just place my fat flap down and never lift it up to look ever again.

Mine has not faired too well throughout this process. I had/have major skin discolouration from the years of sweaty groin and chub rub so that is something that I really dislike but it’s more than that. Tubby Kitty had some major swelling from an incisional hernia, 5 kids and 100 kilos of weight loss it looked like very very saggy balls. My muscle separation continued right down onto my mons with a VERY noticeable division down the middle of the fat pad but I vent after TWO mons lifts but I STILL still have puffy muffy. I feel like I have a bumper pad on me like a bumper car! I still have stretch marks on it and it still looks a bit ding dong dangly.

So my question is, has anyone had a lower incision into your mons where they took a bit more skin to make it smaller. It’s one thing to chop straight across but I feel like it needs a little something more to remove the sheer volume of excess skin in that area. Or am I destined to walk the earth with a saggy fupa 😆

Ps…… for those who know me in person – I see your eyes go south next time we see each other ……… imma laugh and laugh and laugh!

COVID

The last few weeks have been hard from numerous angles. It is tough at times to be doing life with an auto immune condition, with a strange endocrinological response to certain things and also with need of a surgery to fix a hernia which for some odd reason is classed as elective surgery, but could, at any moment, decide that it is going to go savage and make a nuisance of itself and cause a health emergency, making it very much NOT an elective fix. Over the last few weeks I have struggled with my weight loss surgery life.

So what is different at times like this, and why is it harder when life piles things on and I feel a bit more overwhelmed than I may usually feel? I suppose it is difficult to pick a starting point for the things that have happened in the past few weeks but if we just go from January 30 that will put the last nearly 3 weeks into perspective. My Pop passed away and there are a lot of issues surrounding Pops passing. So many things have broken my heart over and over again but the main one for me is that I LOVED that man. Every single good memory from my childhood, teenage years and much of my adult life has him in it! He wasn’t just someone that I knew from a distance, he was my darling Poppy. My precious memories of him are abundant and are shared privately with my family. He was always there, I loved him deeply and I know he felt the same way about me. I knew when I saw him on Christmas Day 2021 that he was not long for this earth. How do you look at someone that you have loved with all of your heart and know that it is the last time you will lay your eyes upon him in this lifetime? I could see it in the far away look in his eyes. He was somewhere in the in-between. I sat, with tears rolling down my face when he told me that he loved me and he would see me one day. I left the nursing home sobbing, knowing that it was likely one of the final times that I would ever get to hug him and tell him that I loved him and thank him for all that he was to me. The next day Covid restrictions came in to the home where he was and no one could go in and see him and it remained that way until after we had to return to Geelong. We stayed longer than we had intended to stay in the hope that I would be able to see Pop one more time but that did not eventuate.

During this time I noticed my hernia getting worse. Reflux has been an issue to me for 13 years but it returned in a very profound way and as I have had a couple of stomach ulcers in the past I was on high alert for that because it felt very much the same. When we returned home to Geelong I was a few kilos lighter than when we left.

We had not been home for long when work situations ramped up and the normal stress of life started in gnaw away at me a little. It was manageable and okay but the stress was absolutely there! Then two weeks after returning home, on a Sunday morning while sitting in church I felt absolutely sick. I was restless, I had been all morning. It is unlike me to get up and go walking during a church service but I did because I felt anxiety prickling away at my insides and then I looked down at my phone and it was ringing. My stomach dropped straight away because I knew that a call like that would not be taking place at that time on a Sunday unless it was bad news. Pop had been given about 12 hours to live. I think I fell against the wall, I don’t really remember but Steve appeared and very quickly after that we were on our way home. Flights were being booked and I looked at Stephen and said “it’s too late, I won’t make it home to say goodbye, he is gone.” I just knew. Within minutes the phone rang and he had slipped peacefully away.

We continued with our intention to go home, the kids came, we hugged our family, we remembered Pop in our own way. By Wednesday evening we were on a flight back home to Geelong and late Thursday afternoon one of our kids tested positive to Covid. This plunged a lot of things into uncertainty. The kids had been due to go back to school on Jan 31st so had missed 3 days of the first week to be away with the family mourning Pop’s death. The Thursday was their first day back for the year and their last until our isolation period was over. 5 days later another one of the kids tested positive. With ever changing rules around isolation restrictions in the state that we live in we found out that we did not have to isolate a second time with the second case and that we just had to have a negative Rapid Antigen Test on day 6 and we were then permitted to leave isolation on day 8 after the case was first diagnosed. That was a strange feeling. Knowing that we had a covid positive person in the house but being allowed to be out and about because of the 6 of us in the house, only 2 tested positive.

This was a terrifying time. We knew nothing about what to expect but thankfully the kids had a very very mild case and they were back to feeling well within 5 days. During that time we learned that people can truly be incredibly kind. What I also had reaffirmed to me, which I know and have a deep understanding of, is that life keeps on going. I first learned that lesson when our 14 year old was born preemie and fighting for his life. Other people’s lives continue and that is as it should be. At the time I wanted someone to understand that my life felt like it was standing still, that I was sitting with my fear and with my pain and I was angry that things keep going on for others, but hey that is life. So when those feelings of being at a standstill came – well it was easy to brush them to the side.

Then Monday February 14th came, and life started returning to normal. We were back to school and work and life just kept on rolling on. The announcement of further easing of restrictions easing in the state that I live in means that surgery that is classed as non urgent is back on the cards so my surgery for hernia repair has been rebooked. Everyone is working and at school, I am still sad and grieving Pop and a few other things but that’s okay. I am happy to sit with that for a while because I know that with time my eyes will stop filling with tears when I talk about him. There are people that I will forever miss because of how things have unfolded and that is okay too. Life truly does move on. We find a way through it but as this week crept along I found myself feeling pretty crappy by the time my eyes opened this morning. So today I am doing things that make my heart happy.

Over the stress of the last few weeks my weight has managed to drop a little more and that needs to stop so I am just going to have a couple of days to not think too much and just enjoy being a person. I hope you get to have a break this weekend too and that you are doing okay because one thing I do know is that we all, always have things that are going on in our lives.

Written Friday February 18th 2022