Tuesday, October 30, 2012
I'm pretty sure the above is what is happening to my arms. If you could have stripped away the skin to see the muscle a month ago and then again today, that's what you'd see. Okay, I wouldn't exactly match the picture. I have more boob and less belly, but arms? Uh, yeah, I think so.
See, kids, my post-op instructions included not lifting any heavy objects. My doctor didn't/wouldn't exactly put a figure on that--I've heard other people having been told no more than 5 pounds (!) or 10 pounds or "no more than a newborn baby" or "no more than a gallon of milk." Mine said "Weeellllllllll, I wouldn't go lifting full laundry baskets..." I chose to interpret that as laundry baskets full of wet, not dry, clothes, because, bitch please. Anyway, I have tried to be good. I have not picked up either of the 19 pound cats. I have not carried my real purse full of what's usually in there because I'm pretty sure that's 15lbs in itself. I haven't lifted full grocery bags or containers of kitty litter or taken out the trash.
At my two week checkup I was hoping to be released to lift more, but no. Tomorrow's my four week visit and hope springs eternal. Especially because I have to admit I got a little lax this weekend while doing hurricane prep. I was instructing my son to put this there and that there, no no no closer...and well, I ended up helping because the sweet Baby Jesus knows I am really not good with delegation. If you want something done right... So, yeah, I sincerely hope my doctor tells me it's okay to start lifting a little more, just so I can put my mind at ease that tacking a plastic tarp over my basement sliders didn't just cause me internal adhesions.
With all this up-till-now good behavior, my upper body is atrophying like whoa. The first couple weeks after surgery I was flexing in front of the bathroom mirror, as you do, thinking, well now, my muscles are not falling off, go figure. Ahem. Flexing not so satisfying these days. Coincidentally (or not so much) I've lost three pounds since my procedure, leaving me at a weight that frightens me a teeny bit***. Since I have been making and eating such things as this and these and oh, yeah, these and (with some substitutions) these and obviously have not been starving myself, I can only posit that I've lost three pounds of muscle. That's three months of bulking progress, yo. It's enough to make a grown woman cry. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, that and tiny infants in peril. Shut up, I KNOW I'm hormonal, ok? And if you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, it's because you didn't read the previous post. Try to keep up, wiil ya.)
Now, seriously, some time around January when I am cleared to actually lift weights, I know it'll all come back. Lots of gym time, lots of food = maybe next summer I'll be back to where I was this summer, refusing to wear anything other than a tank top unless strictly necessary. In the meantime, hey, it's hoodie weather. No one's gotta know that my triceps are sad!
***oh, don't be concerned: BMI =19.9, I'm not even underweight