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Weekly Thoughts #29
I have heard that after the surgery you won’t have an appetite for food. Boy was they wrong. I’m hungry as hell. I have 1 more week of this liquid diet and I am craving some food. Especially with all the weekend festivities going on around me. I’m missing food every minute.
On the other hand, I’m down to 380 and it feels amazing. Finally out the 4s. I’m officially 35 pounds down since I started this liquid diet. If I thought of this before my date I would have stuck to this. But then I probably would have gone back up. Truthfully I needed the restriction the sleeve brings. Knowing I can’t eat over a certain amount keeps my weight down.
Blog-wise, I’m planning to post some more stories. Currently getting a story edited. This story is part of a story I posted some time last year. I’ll probably repost that story. Then do the second part on a later date. I want it to be a series of stories.
Stories are not my strongest ability anymore. I just have a harder time getting in that zone because I’m just so used to writing poetry. I’ll get my mojo back at some point in time hopefully.
I’m currently doing my Instagrams over so my page is really inactive. I plan on posting the blog pictures and poetry quotes on @Piecesofkblog. As for my main page, I’m still stuck a little on what I want to post. I kinda want it to be more of my life and videos of me reciting. I guess I’m just over the quotes on my page. But I do like some other people format of posting. I don’t really know still thinking. Anyways follow my main page anyways. @k.exum.
I’m just rambling though. Also, thank you for your likes and comments. I love getting feedback so leave comments below. I’m still really fresh on the blogging thing but I try my best to keep posting. Let me know what I can improve on. That’s it for this Weekly Thoughts. View my previous posts until tomorrow. Follow me on all social media platforms. Subscribe to my mailing list to stay updated on my blog posts.
Writing Prompt #32
One thing I’ve always wished for is
Today, this moment right now. You’re probably reading and wondering what I’m talking about. But today is my operation day. I imagine I’m in a deep sleep with a smile on my face because I finally got what I wished for. The chance to lose weight and keep it off.
This journey has been long but I made it long. I told myself I couldn’t lose the weight before I ever stepped foot in the gym. I downplayed my own ability. I started this process at 434 pounds. Heck, I even made a poem about it back in 2016. Threatening to disable it.
I lost some weight and felt like the king of the world. Until I gained 20 pounds. Then after that, I found myself on a never-ending elevator. My weight went up for one appointment. Went down the next. I made this process hard.
Once I finally got it through my head I can do it. I dropped my weight to the lowest weight I had seen since high school. When I thought this day would never come it did. I got the one thing I really wanted this year. The gastric sleeve surgery.
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Quote Of The Month: March
Behind The Scenes: 400+ Part 2
This weight has been a thorn in my side for so long. It’s getting annoying to even talk about it. But here goes nothing. 3 years of me working out and losing weight then gaining it back. Led me to finally drop the weight needed to meet the surgeon.
The surgeon talked about the side effects and what could happen and I didn’t feel right. You know? I love the idea of dropping weight faster than usual but something just didn’t feel right. After the meeting, I still had to deal with another doctor before I can reach the surgeon again.
That brings me to my current situation. Where I’m lost trying to get passed this never-ending task. You would think just going to sleep with a mask on would be easy. But for me, it’s the hardest thing I have faced.
I struggle with it almost every night. It’s like an air conditioner just blowing into my nose and mouth while I try to sleep. I only have to do it for a month and I can’t get through one night. The doctors act like I’m speaking a foreign language when I tell them I can’t sleep with it. Peers do the same thing.
I ask God for a sign all the time for if I should pull out or not. Maybe this is the sign or maybe it’s just another never-ending challenge. I still workout and try to eat right and lose some weight. But it’s nothing like if I went under already. That’s it for this post. Like, comment and share for more post like this. Enjoy some of my previous post below. See you tomorrow.