First week of mushies is almost done and it's been very bizarre. I can't get used to such small portions - I'm cooking what feels like tiny portions, then only eating half and taking the leftovers to work for lunch the following day.
Today for lunch I had three medium boiled potatoes, mashed, with a small tin of mince in gravy (recommended as my first attempt to reintroduce meat to my diet). After eating for 20 minutes I was only about a third of the way through it. It took me ages to chew the mince - I'm really glad I followed the advice given rather than frying my own mince with oxo!
It was lovely, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, but I can't quite get my head round the fact that over 3 hours later I'm not hungry at all. I really hope that continues when I move onto solids in a week
I'm delighted with my scars, they're healing nicely and other than the port incision they are tiny. In a few months I think I'll struggle to find a couple of them - thankyou Mr Halstead!
I've got my dietician phone call next Sunday, then my first fill on the 11th, and it all feels very exciting. The weight is slow to move, but at least I'm not gaining anything, which I thought I would this week.
In work this week I was going up some steps when I felt my trousers start to slip. Luckily I realised in time and hoiked them back up to save my embarrassment, but I was oddly delighted with that! Sadly I've not found any replacements today (damn you Evans and your awful cheap fabrics, damn you), so I've bought a belt instead.
I can't begin to say how glad I am that I took the plunge and had the op.