Expect the Unexpected

     

Last week Tuesday I went into the hospital to have an ERCP and have a stint placed in my bile duct. By all accounts I knew this was gonna block out an entire day for me and probably the day after. Who knew that an hour long procedure was gonna land me in the hospital with severe pancreatitis. I always tell people if there is a side effect, Tyra will get it... no exceptions.

Fast forward to a week later, I'm out of the hospital but still suffering from pancreatitis. Tramadol and Hydrocodone have become my very best friends. Needless to say, exercise has been the very last thing that I want to do. I have been trying to walk... but I can only do .5 mile before my stomach starts to hurt (and that really wears me out).

5 Things I Realized While in the Hospital

1.     Nurses love me - Seriously they do, and I'll tell you why. After having two transplant and various other transplant related problems, I consider myself to be a seasoned patient... a professional if you will   I don't call them, I don't bother them, and most importantly I remember that they are human, who have flaws and who work a very difficult job and the last thing they want to deal with is a patient who is annoying and crabby. As a patient I only want to do one thing... take my pain meds and go to sleep, okay so that was two; now if only the person that I shared the room gotten that memo. (This was the first time that I've ever had a hospital room mate so it was an adjustment for me too) My last hospital stay would have been much more pleasant. Not only did she annoy her nurses, she annoyed the nurse techs, the front desk people, the dietary folks, me I think she might have even annoyed my mother. Let me give you an example: if she need the nurse she would press the call button and ask for the nurse if she didn't come in two minutes she would call again... then again if she didn't show up... finally she would get up and go the nurses’ station and make a stink about it... she did this several times a day... thank goodness I had my iPod.

2.     I love my family - My mom came and say me every day after work and we would have dinner together... okay I wasn't allowed to eat, so she would eat and I would sip water..AND she brought me panties...I don't know about you all but this was not a planned hospitalization, so I had nothing but what I came in with, so I was ever so grateful when she came with a brand new package of panties. My (sort-of) step-dad was awesome as well, he threatened to come and break me out of the hospital..when I started complaining about missing my cat.

3.     They have some premo drugs at the hospital - Self explanatory!!

4.     I missed the inter webs - Since my phone was dead and I didn't get my charger until the day I was discharged I wasn't about to get online. Which meant that I wasn't able to log into MyfitnessPal and after my streak of logging into for over 350 days in a row, I had to start over. Also I missed all of the awesomeness that was going on over at the Blue Team. Sunshine made me this for me... I love it!

5.     Clearly I am hilarious when I'm high on pain medication - Apparently I told my doctor right when they gave me medication before my procedure that I needed more knock-out drugs than the average person cause I'm a ninja.... You heard it here first peeps..I'm a bloody ninja! I took this picture while on some heavy duty medication... so clearly my wicked sense of humor is still here 

Up, Down....Half way to Onederland

Maybe I should say more than half way...

a collage of me

This morning I notice that I am more than half way through my weight loss journey. My goal has always been to lose 100 pounds... although my mother thinks that way too much, she can actually thinks I should lose 10 more pounds and be done...psst not gonna happen.

GOALS, GOALS, GOALS....

When I first starting losing weight I only wanted to look better in my clothes... and I wanted my stomach to not be so fat and I so happy to say that I've accomplished both of those goals

My next goal is Toning.... I need to get rid of the flab.. I swear when I lay down I feel it just plop on me..so that is defiantly the next to go along with the weight.

Do I have a goal weight... not really (despite to goal of 100 pounds) but I for sure want to out of the two's.

 My "Ditch the Bitch" vacation is over. This week the Blue Team weighed in after a six week vacation. This was our last official weekly weigh in.. and I couldn't be happier about it. In the past I have been so focused on the scale and not the overall transformation,

So starting next week we begin out monthly weigh in...which I personally feel is better indicator of weight loss than the weekly, and I think it will change the atmosphere of the team.

This week I have been plagued with challenges; the extreme heat, my reoccurring insomnia, numerous doctors appointments and an upcoming family reunion where I'm 90% sure that the temptation to indulge will be there... so I'm vowing before it even happens, to do something active every single day of the reunion and to stay within my calorie range...plus I'm currently on a streak on myfitnesspal...so far 296 s days of logging in my food intake and exercise. (I'm a beast!!!)

With the heat and not being able to sleep it's making my ability to exercise down to nil, I have been walking in the wee hours of the morning to get some sort of exercise as well as to try to tire myself out...what ever this is I'm hoping that it passes soon so that I can get back to normal

So what's the deal with the candy? It's an activity for the kids at the banquet. I had to count each and everyone of those pebbles of sugary goodness..and I didn't eat one... that in it's self is a victory!

Here's a little ditty for ya... until next time!