1. As today proceeded, more pictures of Buck Buchanan flew over the wireless onto my Facebook page. To my untrained, inexperienced baby viewing eyes, he looks good and he's certainly putting his dad, grandparents, and stepsister into a trance of wonderment and affection. I'm guessing that Cosette is under the Bucky spell, too, as she recovers from surgery. So far, no photographic evidence of Buck entrancing his mother, but I'm thinking some such pictures will drop out of the sky before long.
2. I returned to the Fitness Center again today and the duration of my pedaling and pumping on the aerobic machines lasted just about the same amount of time as the 56 minute Sherlock Holmes short story I listened to in which Holmes saw right through a supposed league of red heads and also figured out why an infamous London criminal had formed this bogus society. Astonishing.
3. I've probably written this before, but it's now on my mind again.
So, here I go.
When the medical pros determined, two days after the Saturday transplant, that I could go home on Tuesday, I met with a small parade of pros about finances, medicines, and a host of other things, including nutrition and my diet.
I told the diet and nutrition professional that I was disappointed that my weight had increased more than 15 pounds from when they weighed me before the surgery to when they weighed me after.
She told me not to worry.
Primarily, I took away from our conversation that while the site of the surgery healed and while I was adjusting to having a new organ in my abdomen, this was not the time to be thinking about losing weight.
I needed to focus on eating in ways that supported and encouraged the healing and the transition.
And that's what I did.
As time went on, my blood work indicated that I needed more magnesium in my system and needed to reduce my intake of potassium.
I've done my best to follow the transplant team's guidance regarding what I eat.
It's now been ten months since the surgery.
At our appointment on March 6th, for health reasons, Dr. Bieber encouraged me to work, now, on losing weight, adding that my daily doses of Prednisone would make weight loss challenging. Prednisone stimulates the appetite.
I am obeying. I've put my mind, again, on the goal of losing weight.
It's a huge help to be back in the gym.
I'm focusing on eating smaller portions, eating balanced meals, and not eating in the evening, or, if I do, making it just a small snack out of the salad I always have ready to eat and keep replenishing as I deplete it. No fasting. No starvation. Just eating as intelligently as I am capable.
In essence, I'm going back to approximately the way I fed myself and exercised from Nov. 2023 through my surgery date on May 11, 2024, a period of time in which I lost around twenty-five pounds.
Good news: I've lost some weight in the last seven days.
It's encouraging and motivating to see results after a week, modest as they are.
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