This Thursday will mark the 2-month anniversary of my sleeve surgery. I'm still struggling to adjust to eating and living with my sleeve. My surgeon & dietitian, my internist's NP/diabetes educator, and a nurse at Anthem BC/BS all seem to feel that if I could eat more than 1/4 cup of food at a time, I wouldn't be so hungry only an hour after eating. Since eating more than 1/4 cup makes me sick, I'm not able to test that theory right now. I'm getting a lot better at knowing when to stop eating and at avoiding dumping, but having to eat every 1 to 1-1/2 hours (which is what the NP/diabetes educator recommends) is a pain in the butt, especially when I'm at work, where I'm not allowed to eat or drink except during my one 15-minute break. And this isn't a nagging hunger. It's a screaming hunger, because my blood sugar has nose-dived and my body thinks I'm about to starve to death and cranks up the production of grehlin and other hormones to motivate me to eat again.
The other problem is my fatigue and low energy. I've been tested for anemia, dehydration, and various vitamin/mineral deficiencies and hope to get the test results today.
The good news is that I've lost 17.4 lbs so far and I'm fitting into smaller clothes again. I'd forgotten that it can be fun to go closet-shopping. I still can't fit into last winter's clothes but today I'm taking a bag of fat clothes to Goodwill.