http://ezinearticles.com/?Sadness,-Depression-After-Weight-Loss-Surgery---The-Serotonin-Connection&id=4375134
I found this great article by Kaye Bailey, an internationally recognized writer and speaker on weight loss surgery. Here she talks about the post surgery weight loss and it's effect on mood.
My mood since the surgery had been on the saner side of crazy (if that makes any sence?). Many of the post bariatric surgery patients I meet or chat with will also probably agree with me. Bailey talks about the correlation between mood and carbohydrate intake which makes total sense, but I wonder about the what effect the rapid breakdown of all those fat-cells has on hormones. Estrogen is stored in fat cells. What happens when all that estrogen comes flooding into your system after the rapid weight loss begins.
There isn't too much info on the net about it, but you can find some. Where you do find alot of talk about mood after surgery is on the many forums that are dedicated to WLS. Pretty much post WLS mood issues are par for the course. GREAT!
Now on the brighter side of things......I'm only 27lbs from my goal!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
mountainschairsandfingers
Mill Hill has been my Nemesis since I first moved here. It's only a 1.6 km hike, but it's elevation is 206 m. So for you math buffs out there who want to figure out the slope....I'll make it easy for you...IT'S STRAIGHT FRIGGIN' UP! (In my mind)
When I started out climbing this sucker a couple of years ago, I couldn't make it up even 1/2 way. I figured I'd stop when I couldn't breath, and that didn't take long. The next time I tried it I got a little further, but it wasn't without rest breaks to let my heart rate come down (and to keep from passing out). Then on my third attempt (a few weeks later) I made it to the top. The 20 minute hike took me twice as long, and another 1/2 hour at the summit to get my legs to stop wobbling. But, things were improving. A month or so ago, my daughter and I hiked up. It took us 1/2 hour, and about 2 or 3 stops for a minute or so for me to catch my breath.
Yesterday, I got to the summit in 20 minutes (the average for most people) without stopping once. I kept wondering when I'd run out of steam, but I didn't. I can't begin to tell you how good that feels. I also can't imagine even being physically able to carry a 72 lb backpack up with me either.
Simple little things in life that most people take for granted, are all barriers when you carry lots of extra weight. Airplane seats, crossing your legs, the turn stalls at Canadian Tire, the flight of stairs at the doctors office. The worst for me was stairs. I could always manage to get up them if I had to, but I hated the huffing and puffing by the time I got to the top, and the 10 minutes I needed to regain a normal heart. Not only was it a reminder to myself that I was really out of shape, it was a visible sign to others that I was right.
Another thing I used to hate was chairs. I was always eyeballing them to see if my @ss would fit before I took the plunge. I remember having to see a ENT specialist and the chair in his office was like a vice grip on my hips. Getting in wasn't too bad, but I remember thinking getting out of it would probably be just as hard as sucking a lime out of an empty Corona bottle.
So, to all the mountains and chairs in the world....I now give you the finger!
When I started out climbing this sucker a couple of years ago, I couldn't make it up even 1/2 way. I figured I'd stop when I couldn't breath, and that didn't take long. The next time I tried it I got a little further, but it wasn't without rest breaks to let my heart rate come down (and to keep from passing out). Then on my third attempt (a few weeks later) I made it to the top. The 20 minute hike took me twice as long, and another 1/2 hour at the summit to get my legs to stop wobbling. But, things were improving. A month or so ago, my daughter and I hiked up. It took us 1/2 hour, and about 2 or 3 stops for a minute or so for me to catch my breath.
Yesterday, I got to the summit in 20 minutes (the average for most people) without stopping once. I kept wondering when I'd run out of steam, but I didn't. I can't begin to tell you how good that feels. I also can't imagine even being physically able to carry a 72 lb backpack up with me either.
Simple little things in life that most people take for granted, are all barriers when you carry lots of extra weight. Airplane seats, crossing your legs, the turn stalls at Canadian Tire, the flight of stairs at the doctors office. The worst for me was stairs. I could always manage to get up them if I had to, but I hated the huffing and puffing by the time I got to the top, and the 10 minutes I needed to regain a normal heart. Not only was it a reminder to myself that I was really out of shape, it was a visible sign to others that I was right.
Another thing I used to hate was chairs. I was always eyeballing them to see if my @ss would fit before I took the plunge. I remember having to see a ENT specialist and the chair in his office was like a vice grip on my hips. Getting in wasn't too bad, but I remember thinking getting out of it would probably be just as hard as sucking a lime out of an empty Corona bottle.
So, to all the mountains and chairs in the world....I now give you the finger!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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