Mamaw told me that this blog was becoming the Danny Lanham Gastric Bypass Blog so I have kind of put off posting for awhile. The first week or so after my surgery I didn't get to see the kids as much as I would have liked because just being around them wore me out. I was recovering from surgery and really had a limited amount of stamina. The past few days I have spent a lot of time with my young'uns. Grant is still a pistol. He's picking up more and more words every day. In addition to all the ones he has been saying for quite awhile, Mama, Daddy, Sissy, Mamaw, Papaw, Sadie, No, bottle and such, he has added some other words to his vocabulary such as light, water, socks, banana, nose, ear, eye and he especially loves the word "Moo". Papaw got him doing it when he asked how a cow goes. Now Grant does it all the time. One day last week Grant heard Papaw on the other end of the phone line and instead of saying "hey" like he usually does he let out a big MOO. It was so cute. Grant loves Papaw.
For Valentines I got Grant some sippy cups for Mamaw & Papaw's and for Becca I got her some new tiny earrings that I prefer over the bigger ones and a Disney Princess T-shirt that lights up. They are the only people I bought for this year though. This time off is really cutting into my budget. I absolutely have to get a membership to a gym and the one that I think I would use more is not much more expensive than the dinky one but the pay structure is set up so that I would have to pay more than twice what I would for the dinky one. I'll figure it out. I have to go to the gym or I will lose muscle mass and I certainly can't afford that.
I go back to work in the morning and I am kind of apprehensive about that because I still get tired pretty easily. I am still only eating maybe once a day and even then it's not as much as Grant eats during a meal when he's not even hungry. The past two days I haven't gotten in as much protein and fluids as I should have and I haven't been walking nearly as much as I need to. Maybe getting back to work will help me get into a routine so that managing my new digestive system will be easier. I think it's getting harder to eat and drink now than it was a week ago. One little sip seems to fill me up and I hate that. I love water but I can't put it away like I once could.
The first week I lost eleven pounds and the second week I lost just a hair shy of five pounds so in the two weeks since my surgery I have lost sixteen pounds which is pretty good. It's not as much as some that I have read but the guys that lose thirty pounds in the first two weeks are usually guys who have 200 to 300 pounds to lose and when I went under the knife I only had 82 pounds to lose to get to my personal goal and 66 to get to the goal set up for me by the bariatric center. Therefore being as how I don't need to lose all that much weight anyway the pounds will come off slower but I will be more apt to reach my goals if I follow the rules and quit stealing french fries off of Grant's plate. I do need to put the scales up in the closet so I am not tempted to step on them every time I go into the bathroom. I have had a bad habit of that the past few weeks. I didn't think I was going to lose anything the second week because the scales never seemed to change. It drove me bonkers.
Well, I have had a full day and I am worn out like you wouldn't believe so I am going to go take a shower and hit the proverbial hay. Daddy loves Rebecca & Grant!
