Start: 264
Last Week: N/A
Today: 220
Well, finally back in action after crazy week of spending most of my time in the hospital. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I shouldn’t have weighed myself on the scale this morning. To be honest, there was curiosity more than anything else. For the moment I don’t care how much I weigh. My mind is firmly set on recovery.
I am curious to know what life will be like without my gall bladder. I have been taking it slowly when it comes to eating, which my body seems to be appreciating. I don’t have much of an appetite at the moment anyway. I feel a bit wary of trying anything new in regards to food. I’m sticking to the basics for the moment.
People might think strangely of me for saying this, but I had my moment of mourning for my gall bladder. Last night it really hit me that a piece of me was gone. Yes, you can live without your gall bladder, but it’s still a piece of you. A piece I was very aware of over the past few weeks.
What all this will mean for life in the long term, I don’t know. How you respond to having your gall bladder removed seems to be a Russian roulette of sorts. I have read many pages on forums of people had their gall bladders removed, and I am no closer to being able to guess how I will go. I’m just hoping for the best, really.
If nothing else, this experience has taught me to be more in touch with my body than ever and to acknowledge my needs. Temptations will still come and go, but I feel I will be able to manage them with newfound strength.
I hope nothing too dramatic has happened while I have been away. As always, best wishes to all of you.