||03-26-2013 07:35 AM
Originally Posted by cmcd1070
Hello, I'm new to the site. I had WLS 2-2011 (RnY). I had no complications. For the first few months after surgery my appetite decreased, but not as much as I expected. My weight loss was very very slow. After the first year, I had only lost 40lbs. I spent the next year dieting and obsessively working out. I started at 240lbs. I'm down to 174lbs two years after WLS. My goal weight was 130lbs. I'm back on Atkins now. Today is induction day 1. I'm really struggling with sugarsweet cravings. I know it will go away if I can just stick with it, but it's hard. My husband and I are fighting because I'm on edge. I ate what I'm allowed to eat on induction but ate until I was stuffed and still wanted to eat more. It scares me how much power food has over my life. I feel very alone.
Come join us on the other two threads. You'll find you are not alone and that's pretty much the norm. :)
I'm a HUGE believer that the more you give your body sweets the more it craves them. And the more you crave them the more power it has over you. I have been sugar free for, well in 3 days it will be 3 years. My current demon is carbs. I can eat me some nice crusty sourdough all day if I let myself! I started at 286. My lowest was 133. Right now I sit around 144 with a little bounce up or down. I have a 5 pound bounce zone. I'm okay with never seeing 133 again. THAT took some serious soul searching and rationalization. I'm in the same size clothes I was at that weight, but I'm less bony and much more toned. My scale consistently tells me I have 10% or less body fat so I've come to accept the "weight gain" as added muscle. I too work out obsessively (not so much since the broken ribs but hopefully not much longer!!!). Seriously. Come post with us on the other two daily threads.
The husband thing, :hugs: . Hopefully that will resolve itself. We have to understand that to them it's different. We are different. Mine resented that all I wanted to talk about was food. What I ate, what I could eat, etc. He didn't understand and he never really will. Once I accepted that and quit trying to *make* him understand, it was okay. I can have my differences and be okay.