Feeling a Little Hangry

 Last night, my husband had the audacity to BBQ. Our bedroom window opens up to the backyard, where said BBQs live. The smell of good food (steak, I think - I couldn't bring myself to actually find out what it was) really set me over the edge for the first time since I've been on this liquid diet. 

Today marks 7 days of no solid food. The highlight of my food intake includes sugar-free popsicles and apple juice. So imagine the stomach grumbles when my nose smelled something it knew it liked, and couldn't have. I was like a 3-year-old throwing a tantrum inside my own body. 

That was my first real moment of feeling hangry. 

But guess what? I survived. I moved on. I went ahead and made myself potato soup with no chunks, and then went to sleep and woke up this morning to a nice cup of apple juice with crushed ice and a medicine cup full of vitamins and medicine to take. And I'm ok! 

I actually went for a nice walk this morning with Nick and Gunner (poor Rocket doesn't know how to behave himself on walks, so he wasn't able to participate). I saw my boys (we walked past their school) and embarrassed Micah, so it's been an eventful day thus far. 

This post is not to discourage those of you who are considering RNY surgery. It's to tell you that there are really hard and ugly times. There are times where I hear the gas bubbles running through my stomach so loud, it would be super embarrassing if I was in an office or a quiet library or something. My digestive system is still all out of whack, from gas bubbles to other not so pleasant issues. But I'm down 10 pounds from my weight last Monday so there's that. I'm not nauseous every second of the day. I'm able to walk and enjoy my kids and my life. So I'm blessed, even if in this short season, I'm a little hangry and cranky and emotional. 

I am reminded of a vlogger who I watched several videos from in the past month or two. She said: "This is only a short season of your life. Things will get better." 

Today, I'm holding on to that.