one month – food

I decided to write about the food in separate posts. My goal is to post a recipe a week, for those of us who desire the deliciousness in our mouths, but are tired with the fake-sugar-bullshit that is crammed down our “dieting” throats. Anything that goes in my mouth has to be high in protein, so if you’re trying to get more protein and less carbs, sugar and fat, then you’ll love these recipes. If you’re a fan of fresh organic ingredients, you’ll also love them. There will be no rice, pasta or bread. At least not for a while.


This weekend I crock-potted 2 chickens. After rubbing them with homemade Ranch seasoning.

It worked so well last week with just one chicken, and gave V food he could easily prepare for lunch or dinner, and something I could easily pull from the fridge and eat. Everyone says canned chicken is good for this, but I don’t like the thought of canned chicken. I can easily make my own version, and it’ll be so much better for me.


The crock-pot chicken recipe:

And the Ranch recipe:


So, now I’ve got two delicious chickens, all cooked, with plenty of juices left in my crockpot, and lots of bones. What could I possibly make from that?

Chicken Stock of course. It makes your whole house smell so delicious. It’s a bit unnerving. I think the cats might think we (humans) were the reason, and that’s why they’ve been bitey lately. I think they’re disappointed that we don’t taste very good.

The stock recipe:

I didn’t have any veggies, so I threw in some garlic and shallots, which I did have. I will save veggie scraps from now on, so the next time I make this, I’m ready for an even more delicious stock.

When it was done, I set aside enough to make Chicken Mushroom soup, and then froze the rest in ice cubes or 1 cup portions.

Then I made the Chicken Mushroom soup and V’s lunches.

The Chicken Mushroom Soup comes from “Eating Well After Weight Loss Surgery” ( and even V said it was awesome.


For V’s lunches/dinners I made a quinoa casserole in the rice cooker.

8 ou cooked dark meat chicken (or white, or whatever you like), chopped

half a bag frozen brussels sprouts (or the whole bag)

1.25 cups dry quinoa

3 cups water

soy sauce and butter to your liking

Put everything in your rice cooker. Switch it to cook. Come back when it’s done. Portion out into 1 cup servings. Seal in Tupperware. Freeze.

Never listen to your partner complain that he doesn’t know what to eat for lunch/dinner.


I’ve been enjoying having tasty soup, and egg whites with Laughing Cow cheese, homemade hummus, miso soup with tofu, and black beans. I’m even more looking forward to cheese on cucumber slices. Maybe next week?


What recipes should I try? What recipes do you love? My goal is to make all my favorite recipes small stomach, protein friendly. Because I realize I love being in the kitchen. I love cooking. And I don’t have to give that up, I just have to be creative in how I do it. Which I also love doing.



one month

Let me preface this post by saying, yes, I’m going to tell you about how I pooped my pants. If you don’t want to read about that, I’ll be sure to mark it out, and you can skip it. It’s not horribly gross, but I know some people have issues with poop. Consider yourself warned.

It has been a month. And I am proud to say I have not vomited. And up until yesterday (the actual anniversary) I had not “dumped.”

Dumping Syndrome is a thing where you eat something you’re not supposed to, so your stomach, instead of sending it in reverse, puts a rush order on it, and you literally dump it out. Meaning you get that horrible urge to poop, and if you don’t do something about it, you’re gonna be in trouble.

Most sleeve patients don’t get dumping issues. Mostly it’s the gastric bypass folks. But it does happen.

I had a lovely lunch meeting with a networking friend. We were going to meet at Starbucks, but I asked to go to Corner Bakery, so I could actually eat something. Mmmmmm, I thought, Chicken Tortilla Soup (with the tortilla chips) or Broccoli Cheese? I bet the Broccoli Cheese has more protein, and I’ve eaten broccoli. I know that’ll be OK and I won’t vomit it up all over my lunch date. It was delicious. I ate about a third of it, really slowly, while we were talking nerd/geek stuff.

*this is the beginning of the pooping my pants story. you are warned.*

As the meeting was finishing my stomach was rumbling a bit, but I didn’t think much of it. I was going to stop in the bathroom, before the 30 minute drive home, but they were being cleaned. It’s not too urgent, I thought. It can wait.

I drove home. Walked into the house. Picked up the mail. Started sorting it. My stomach/colon loudly grumbled. I moved to take a step towards the stairs and then felt a very weird sensation. Almost like I had peed myself.

That’s bizarre, I thought. I don’t even have to pee-ohmygodijustpoopedmypants.

I very carefully tiptoed upstairs, so as not to leak poop on the floor (it’s bad enough V has to clean up after the cats. He shouldn’t also have to clean up mine.). I went into the bathroom, and into the bathtub. I had no idea how horrible this was going to be. I was taking all precautions. I stripped off my pants and underwear. It wasn’t bad at all. Just a small accident. I sat down on the toilet and almost exploded. I’m so glad my body could wait that extra two minutes. Because if I had exploded into my pants, I would have had to throw those pants and underwear away. And I really like that pair of underwear. I realize this is graphic, but it’s not nearly descriptive enough.

*end of the pooping my pants story.*

The take home message from this? My stomach is not ready for Broccoli Cheese soup from Corner Bakery.

3 weeks post

((I started writing this on September 16, the three week anniversary. But I wasn’t feeling it. So I stopped. I finished it up today, because I don’t like leaving things unfinished.))


I’ve been in the kitchen.

Oh how I’ve missed cooking!

I got a great GREAT book called “Eating Well After Weight Loss Surgery” ( and it’s full of delicious recipes. Of course, being only 3 weeks post, I can’t push it, but it gave me hope for delicious protein filled awesomeness in my future. Of course, what I need right now is lots of sauces and things to make the food I’m eating moist. And still delicious. I spotted a Caesar Sauce and knew it had to be made. After some shopping at Whole Foods I came home and spent time in the kitchen. A place I thought I’d never spend time in again. For whatever reason, I just figured I’d never be creative in the kitchen again.

I had such fun. I made the sauce. I crock-potted a chicken. I made homemade broth. I made Vince’s lunches for the week (chicken with rice and green beans, in the rice cooker).

I started to feel human again. I started to feel like me again.

2 weeks post

Today marks the 2 week anniversary of my surgery. And I spent the whole day in bed.

I haven’t been writing much because it’s hard to sit in front of the computer for more than an hour at a time. But I’ve found a nice workaround involving my iPad mini, my bluetooth keyboard (from my computer), a comfortable lap desk and the WordPress app.

And I didn’t want to write because today was a bad day. But I realized on my 10 minute walk that writing on the bad days was just as important as writing on the good days.

And why is today a bad day? I woke up at 8am, ready for breakfast, a shower and a meeting at 10am in Tysons. As I stood up, I had a pretty big pain in my right lower abdomen. Where my biggest scar is, and where I’ve always had the biggest pain during this process. At first, panic. Did I bust a stitch? Am I leaking? Do I need to go to the hospital?
No. Standing is OK. Laying down is also OK. And sitting is even OK. But movement seems to be the culprit. I hobbled downstairs and made my morning protein smoothie. Then back to bed with an ice pack to email the people I was meeting with to cancel. No way I was leaving the house with this unknown pain.
An hour or so later I switched the ice pack for a heating pad. Another hour later and I felt better. 6 hours of TV and a movie later and I could move around the house with almost zero pain. Thank goodness.
What did it? Doing the dishes yesterday? Bending down to pet the cats too often? Putting boxes in the recycling? Sitting too long at the computer? Walking up 2 flights of stairs to my sister’s apartment? Who knows. But I do know that I’m not going to do any of that for another week.

On a more positive note- I’ve eaten a lot of delicious things over the past few days. A smaller than small piece of chocolate, chicken, baked beans, feta cheese, tuna fish, black olive slices, cottage cheese, egg whites with laughing cow cheese, a really delicious high protein chocolate “pudding” I concocted from greek yogurt, milk and chocolate protein powder.

Everything is in ridiculously small bites and I have to wait a few minutes to make sure it doesn’t come back up. So the baked beans? It was 3 beans. And the black olive slices? 2 of them; slices, not olives. And I could only eat half of the ounce size piece of chicken. But God, it was good. All of it.

You may want to stop reading, because it gets super personal, and it’s about marriage, but it’s important to get these things down. I feel that it’s important for people to see the gritty dirty side of what happens after surgery. Inside me is still a girl with issues about food, going through the ultimate denial. And trying to stay married. And sane.

It’s been tough around the house too, since my mom left. She was super helpful and very positive. She wouldn’t eat around me, unless I was eating. She made sure I went walking, bent over to get me stuff, did cleaning and dishes without being asked.
V has been less than helpful, and he’s been mean. But here’s the thing: he doesn’t even realize it.

So I got a little angry yesterday, and yelled at him a lot. Mainly for eating guacamole (my favorite thing in the whole world) and crunchy tacos in front of me.
I’ve said it before that there is nothing I miss more than the mouthfeel of crunchiness. It’s pretty much the only thing I’ve complained about. And since everything has to be soft for the next 2 weeks, and has been for the past 3 weeks, I’m getting to my breaking point. Even the littlest temptation is almost irresistible and painful. Emotionally and physically painful. Cue the smell of hot crunchy tacos in my house and a husband complaining about how his huge container of guacamole (that I advised against buying) is going to go bad before he can even eat it. I lost it. Big time.

Here’s the thing. I don’t think I was unjustified. V is unable to think or care outside of himself, in some situations. Usually I can deal with it, I take care of myself, or do what needs to be done. I long ago put to rest any romantic notions of flowers for no reason, or cards in the mail or breakfast in bed or even chicken soup when I’m sick.
But right now, I’m at 50%. I’m doing exactly what I need to do stay alive, and barely keep my business running. I need the person closest to me to help with that other 50%. Like doing the dishes and taking out the trash without asking. Like my mom did.

Maybe men are biologically incapable of being good caretakers? Maybe just my partner is.
So I’ll struggle on. Doing what I can to take care of myself, asking for help from others when I need it. Just not my partner.