Monday, April 27, 2009

Hair today

Today I lost about 30 hairs in the shower. This is such an improvement over the days when I could easily get 100 hairs to come out just by running my fingers through my wet hair.

Everyone told me that this would happen. It's not that I didn't believe them. It's that when my hair started falling out at 1.5 weeks -- almost 3 months ahead of schedule -- I was sure something else besides the surgery was going on and I wasn't sure that it would stop on schedule.

But it seems like nothing else was going on and I wasted tons of money on biotin and other supplements after all. I kind of figured the supplements weren't doing anything, but I had paid for them so I kept taking them until they ran out. At which point, by coincidence, my hair loss slowed down dramatically.

I tell other people now to save their money and just ride it out, but they don't believe me either.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Seven Months Out

It's that time again ... yesterday was my 7 month anniversary. 



Let's take stock:

- None of my clothes fit. I really need to go clothes shopping, but don't want to spend the money if I'm not done losing (and it looks like I'm not).

- I am really settled into my post-op lifestyle. But it's still easy to make mistakes. Like yesterday I got the foamies! That hasn't happened to me in months.

- I've become an athlete.

- I've started to work on eating to satiety vs. eating until I'm full. I had been trying so hard to get in all the protein up until now that I would force in as much as I could just to get in that extra couple of grams. I think that's a bad idea in the long run, so I'm working on stopping when I'm satisfied even if that means more meals throughout the day. I think that will work better when I'm years out.

While my weight loss is slowing down, my measurements have not:


7 mon Since
Last Time
Since
First Time
Bust 33.75 1.25 14.25
Chest 28.5 1.5 14.5
Waist 29 1.5 12
Stomach 39 1 14
Hips 37.5 0 13.5
Thigh 18 1 7
Calf 13.5 0.5 3
Arm 10 0.5 5
TOTAL: 7.25 83.25

For my body fat percentage, both my scale and my calipers don't really give me an accurate measurement. According to them, my body fat % is between 22% and 27%. Um, that's quite the range! I suspect I'm around 25% at this point. Most of what I have left is around my middle section, which is obvious in my pictures. It gets smaller almost every day though.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

You're back!

How come every time I go to a club workout, when I come back next week, the coach/leaders always say "You're back?!" 

Okay, I know why it happened after Dave's Thurs. Bike ride. Not only was I the last one back, but I broke the rule about being back after dark and got people worried about me. It was embarrassing, so it did take some courage to go back.

But all the other times, all that happened is that I was the slowest person. I didn't give it a second thought. It's the start of my first season and a year ago I was morbidly obese. I only started exercising again in Aug. and only got serious about it in Oct. I didn't start running until late October.

So I don't see myself as this slow person who is barely hanging on. I see myself as this person who has made amazing strides in a short period of time. I'm going to race in an Olympic distance triathlon next week and I didn't expect to be able to do that until the end of the season.

Besides, I'm used to being last. It takes more than that to discourage me. After all, I figure skated for over a decade, in spite of a complete lack of talent, and I always came in last at competitions -- or next to last. Heck, the one time I came in first, there were only two people in my event, so technically I was still next to last! (It was still awesome, because I beat someone that a year before I wouldn't have been able to beat.)

Figure skating has taught me that I can't control who else shows up. I can only control my own performance. So being the slowest doesn't bother me. 

What bothers me is not making adequate progress. The only reason I kept figure skating for so long even though I really didn't have much aptitude for it is that I kept making progress. When I stopped making progress, I lost interest.

But triathlon is different. I actually feel like I have aptitude for it. After all, I'm the Queen of Slow Twitch. And endurance sports are all about the slow twitch. They are also about mental toughness and no one has ever accused me of being lacking in that area.

So I'm slow right now, but I can go forever and I'm going to get faster. I already have. Now I'm still the slowest at all the workouts I go to. But that's because everyone else is getting better too. Plus, the ones who show up that are slower than me, tend to not come back.

Which I guess explains the "You're back?!" reaction.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

I iz triathlete

Well, I did it. I finished my first triathlon (the ICE Breaker Sprint Triathlon) and it was awesome!

My plan was to arrive at 7 am, two hours before it started and I did manage that even though getting Mini-Mac out of bed in the morning and mixing all my various sports drinks took forever. I got my race packet and then went to set up. I was able to get a rack on the aisle right after the ones reserved for triathlon clubs (making it easy find later) and set up. Yes, I did figure out how to rack my bike. There were enough people there already to copy.

I also got to meet Scott -- the person who talked me into signing up for this particular race. His race started well before ours and I wanted to cheer him on but I was too distracted by my own stuff. Plus all the guys in wet suits and yellow caps all looked the same coming out of the water so I couldn't figure out which one was him.

Anyway, my first set back was to discover that the number for my bike was meant to tie onto the bike. I only had safety pins, not twist-ties like everyone else. So I made do. Later on I noticed someone taping theirs on and remembered I had duck tape too. So I used that to reinforce things. 

I laid all my stuff out on my beach towel and I had much too much. I really went overboard on the nutrition, in particular. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I never even opened one of the protein bars and only took a bite out of the other and didn't consume a single sports bean while on the course.

I was also nervous about being late, so I ended up putting on my wet suit way too early. It was already pretty hot -- it was up to 90 by the time I finished the race -- so I got smart and took off the top part and tried to stand in the shade as much as possible.

Eventually it was time to start, so we all went down to the water. I didn't want to warm up too early, since I was in the last wave, but I didn't want to roast in the sun, either, so I got in the water. It wasn't too bad at all. The lake was pretty calm and the lake bed wasn't too icky to walk on and the water was a decent temperature. I ended up doing a bit of swimming to warm up and then they made everyone in our wave get out so we could start from the shore. I didn't like that so much as it meant hitting the shock of cold water twice.

Then we were off! I tried to stay back and off to the side like I'd been advised and also take it pretty easy in the water. That had been my race plan -- take it easy on the swim so I still had plenty left for the bike and run. But some of those people were pretty slow and not very comfortable in the water and they were getting in the way. The next thing you know I was telling myself "f' this, it's a race" and then I was actually passing people! I hadn't expected that as I'm pretty slow in the water and was figuring I'd only have energy for survival.

I even managed to draft for a while until I passed that person. I did okay with the sighting too. I went a bit wide at one point on the way out, but was totally straight across the base of the triangle and pretty straight on the way back. I really couldn't keep track of who was behind me but every time I glanced that way, I saw at least one yellow cap, so that was reassuring too.

I also didn't get kicked in the head one single time (I don't know why, but I was convinced this would happen). I did get run into a bit. And bumped some people myself. Not too bad though until the last stretch where some lady was doing the breaststroke and she kept kicking me and I could not get around her. 

The breast stroke takes up about 3x the space as freestyle and towards the end I was ready to hold down her leg and drown her. The only reason I refrained is that I figured she was probably just as annoyed with me as I was with her. Oh and it would have taken too long.

When I got out of the water, I was a bit wobbly, but not too bad. I got my zipper down faster than I ever had before and executed the pull the wetsuit sleeve over the cap and goggles maneuver perfectly.

But then I could not get the arm of my suit over my watch! I had to pull everything back up, take off the watch, pull everything back down and then put the watch back on. All while running. And asking Mr. Mac how many people were behind me -- about a dozen, which was what I expected so probably some of those people I passed had later passed me.

I got to transition and saw one of the people I had been talking to prior to the race -- an experienced, fit triathlete from my wave -- about to set out on the bike. So I wasn't very far behind at all. That was exciting. As I biked out of the area, I looked at my watch -- only 25 minutes had passed when I expected to take 30 for the swim alone. I was ahead of schedule!

On the beginning of the bike route I was on fire. I felt at one with my bike and I passed a bunch of people. My plan for the bike was to pass as many as I could and then just hang on and hope not too many people passed me on the run. So I went for it. I was a little worried that I'd use up all my reserves, but I love to bike and I love this course. So I just hauled ass as much as I could and hoped for the best.

It was hard to tell where I was in relation to the pack because we did the bike loop twice. So were the people passing me actually people who were already ahead of me on their second pass or people behind me catching up? I convinced myself they were all people on their second pass because it made me feel stronger and faster. Even though I'm sure a few of them were really catching up.

On my second loop, I still had leg power, but my brain pretty much shut down. I told myself that I'd biked this route two times before (once yesterday and once just now) and my body knew what to do. And she did, too. I got around fine and shifted at all the right times, or at least as well as I normally do, anyway.

At some point, the course emptied out. I was all alone for much of the last five miles. Not gaining on anyone in front of me, but no one passing me any more either. I did hear someone behind me at one point, so I set myself a new goal: She would not pass me. I sang it in time to my pedaling. She will not pass. She will not pass. I had had enough of people passing me and wasn't going to let another one do it, if I could at all help it. I was able to hold her off and eventually completely lost her. Victory was mine!

I finished the course and whipped back into transition, changed shoes, grabbed hat, grabbed fuel belt and race belt and took off. In the wrong direction.

But the race people got me on the right path and I shuffled off convinced my legs would never make it through the first mile, let alone four. I was still ahead of schedule though and my heart rate said I had more in me. So I convinced myself to push on. 

As I got to an open part of the course, I saw other people ahead of me. Oh my god, that must mean I was gaining on them. That never happens to me when I run. I tried to push harder, so I could catch up to them, but the legs still were not cooperating.

Until one of the people started to walk. We exchanged greetings as I passed and she said her calves were cramping up. That made me feel a bit guilty about passing her, but not enough not to do it. I tried to catch up to the next group too, but they were not walking and I never saw them again. 

At this point, it was so hot that I was sure the sun was going to roast my face off. I was so glad I had learned to run with a hat but, even with the hat, the sun was beating down on me. I think the sunscreen I had put on earlier was all gone and I was sure I was going to look like a lobster when I was done. So when I got to the first aid station and was offered water and gatorade, I took water and, instead of drinking it, I just poured it on my head. It helped for a while. 

After thinking I had gotten carried away with nutrition earlier, I was now so glad I had brought the fuel belt, because otherwise I would have had to take gatorade and drink it instead of being able to cool off with the water.

Then came the most vicious course I have ever run. This course was put together by a sadist. The ups were so steep that I had to walk parts of them or my heart rate would go over 170. But I couldn't make up any time on most of the downhills because they were also so steep I had to crab walk them or risk breaking my leg. I did turn an ankle at one point, but there was no permanent damage. It did scared me a little though.

Somewhere in all the up and down, I passed another woman and calf lady passed me. The three of us then spent a lot of the race catching up to each other and passing each other until the calf lady left us in her dust and I left the other woman in mine. (Victory #2!) 

At some point a father and son passed me, just flying. They must have been on a relay team (my wave also had the relay teams), because there is no way people that fit had gotten behind by several waves. Then later on I passed a silver-haired gentleman. Okay, maybe some of the guys could get behind by several waves. I also threw another cup of water on my head. And roasted some more.

Eventually I heard cheering and figured it must be the last 400 so I "poured it on" just as I was taught -- which at this point wasn't much of a pour but my heart rate did go up so hopefully I actually went faster. I was still very much ahead of my estimated time too.

I crossed the finish line, as the announcer stumbled over my name, accepted a cup of water and a bottle of "low cal" Vitamin Water and went to fuss with my stuff in transition, quite pleased with myself and sure I had placed in my age group. 

But I was wrong. A bunch of very young looking 50-54  year olds all beat me. Well phooey. Last year my time would have been good enough to place third! I don't feel too bad though. One of those very buff ladies was a tri coach! Plus, I accomplished everything I wanted to and even beat my "maybe, just maybe, if everything comes together and angels lift me up on the run" time goal by quite a bit.

But, by the time I went to get my race t-shirt, the only sizes left were a large (I'm a small) and I forgot to get a goody bag and, I realized on the way home, I never got a finishers medal either. Oops. I'm slightly sad about the medal, but I have boxes of them from when I was figure skating and I know two years from now I won't even be able to find it.

I also don't know my official time or where I placed as we left before they posted all the results and the results didn't have times anyway, just places. Before the race, I was hoping to finish in about 2 hours and 35 minutes, but figured it could easily be 2 hours and 42 minutes and was determined not to be disappointed if I took that long. I did have a secret hope to finish around 2 hours 30 minutes though. 

So how did I do? My watch said 2 hours, 21 minutes when I pinged it after I turned in my race slip past the finish line. We didn't have timing chips, though so I have no idea how that will translate into an official time. Hopefully results will be up soon and I can figured it all out.

All in all, it was a wonderful experience. I am so happy I joined Silicon Valley Tri Club because there is no way I could have done as well as I did without them, Brandon Nugent, our "New to the Sport" coach in particular. Between the long bike rides, bike-to-run transitions, tabata squats, sprinting up hills and swimming in freezing cold, choppy water, I was well prepared for this course and felt good racing it.

Now I get to do it all over again only for twice as long at Wildflower in two weeks. (Tell me again what I was thinking when I signed up for that race and Olympic distance to boot?)

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Scoping out ICE Breaker

We got to Rocklin this afternoon and stopped by the park where the triathlon will be. It's a good thing we checked it out because the GPS let us down and sent us on a weird side trip and then to the wrong park. But we figured out. I would have been totally freaking out if this would have happened the morning of the race!

Anyway, we pulled into the parking lot and it was all set up for the race. It was also full of other cyclist who all seemed to be doing the same thing I was -- giving the course a test run. I had heard the course was windy, twisty, hilly and narrow. It's not that it isn't, but the normal rides I've been doing all contain elements that were much worse. My main ride in Fremont is much narrower and windier. The streets we ride during our NTTS workouts are much twistier and hillier. In fact, this was a nice ride, very pretty and very manageable.

The worst hills were the ones where I thought I was in my lowest gear, but I wasn't. But I got up them just fine and didn't fall over because I was going too slow and couldn't get out of my new clipless pedals. Er, not that I worry about that or anything. I didn't have to stop at all, in fact. But tomorrow I hope to be in the right gear instead.

Then I joined Mini-Mac and Mr. Mac on the beach of the lake. People were swimming in it! So I figured, "how cold could it be?" and I took off my shoes and waded in. It was actually pretty nice. But there were waves. I expect it to be colder and choppier tomorrow. But I'm  hoping it won't be as cold as the website I found that says it's supposedly around 53 degrees! It felt more like 63 this afternoon.

I was going to check out the run too but we decided to go find the hotel instead. The hotel has a jacuzzi but we all forgot to bring swimsuits! D'oh.

I have to say I'm getting nervous. It's one thing to fantasize about racing, but now I actually have to do it. Plus, I realized today I have absolutely no idea how to rack my bike. I wonder what else will happen that I have no idea what to do.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Successful Open Water Swim

Had my second open water swim today. It was a good experience and more successful than my last one (which I would still call successful, but just not as good). 

Some differences from last time:

My wetsuit really fits me now! 

Of course, this means it's going to be too big by the end of the summer, but for my first race, next weekend, it should be perfect. It was a lot easier to get on and off and to move my arms because of this.

My new sports bra actually fits my boobage instead of just putting it into a sling and hoping for the best. 

Going to places like "The Sports Authority" or "Big 5 Sporting Goods", you don't realized all the choices that are out there. I was actually able to get a 34 DD, just like in a regular bra instead of being limited to S, M, L, etc. So I could get a good fit and not have to compromise.

I did notice they didn't have any cup size bigger than a C if you are a 32 though. I should be a 32 in a few weeks. Oh well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. At least I now have a bra that I don't fall out of when I first start running.

My sports bra actually dries off unlike my other one that must have some cotton in it. I was much more comfortable on the run this time because of that.

"Tri" tops work better than running tops. 

I picked up a tri top yesterday and today was its test run. It worked much better than a standard technical shirt. I tried to get one with a built-in bra so I would have one less thing to wear, but the one I found that fit was not a flattering look. 

I'm in a particularly bat-wingie arms, shar pei thighs period right now and also I'm sporting some interesting fat flaps around the sleeve area. So I went for one that had a bit of a sleeve. I'm not one to only wear 3/4 length sleeves because I'm horrified with the state of my arms, but I do think that, if I'm going to spend $40 on a top, it should have a flattering fit.

I used more body glide and didn't have any trouble getting the top part of the suit off. Well, after I was able to get out of the water, anyway. 

When I tried to stand up at the end, my calf cramped up and I was flopping around in the water like a dying fish on a boat deck. It was kind of amusing in a way. I still had trouble getting my feet out of the wet suit, but I realized I hadn't put any glide on my heels. Oops. I also had trouble with my hands being too numb to do things, which didn't help, but it wasn't as bad as last time.

I washed my feet off with some extra water I had brought with me and that made it much easier to put my socks on. My new race laces helped with the shoes too. But I think I need new running shoes. The heels on my current ones aren't as supportive any more. Maybe after my first race, I'll break down and get a proper shoe fitting.

The ear plugs helped enormously with everything, but especially with not lurching around like a drunken sorority girl once I got out of the water.

I kept my hands in the water the entire time we were walking out to the start point and that helped a lot with body temperature.

I still take about 200 m to warm up and get over that "I can't breathe" feeling. I am hoping I'll be able to swim around before the start next week and get over that before the race starts instead of part-way through.

I'm much more fit than even 5 weeks ago.

Last time I swam 2x500 (yards) and had a really long transition to the run. This time I swam 1800 yards (1600 without standing up) and had a speedy transition. We also ran for 40 minutes instead of 30 and did some speed intervals. My legs were much less rubbery this time than last time even though we did more "stuff" and I had less "rest."

I could see!

I found out they make "corrective" goggles for swimming. They aren't prescription. They are more like the reading glasses you can buy at the grocery store. My eyes have different prescriptions and I have astigmatism, so I was afraid they wouldn't work, but they did. Sighting is much easier when you can actually see what you are aiming for.

Now I have to work on not shutting my eyes when I breath. That's a habit I picked up from years of swimming without goggles. You have to close your eyes then or the water runs into them. So I open my eyes when my head is down -- and all you can see is murk -- and close them when my head is up -- and it's time to sight! Yes, that is a bit backwards.

Now for the bad news... not everything went as well. The water was much choppier than last time and this made breathing that much more difficult. I am really horrible at breathing on my left side but on the way out to the turn-around point, the right side would earn me big mouthfuls of water. So I tried the left-side... and got little mouthfuls of water. Bay water doesn't taste too good, either.

The race reports I've read for prior ICE Breakers have mentioned choppy water so I guess I will just have to deal with this. I did try some breast stroke for a while. It's too slow though to use except in an emergency.

So, all-in-all, it was an excellent experience and I feel more than ready for my race next week. Which is not to say I'm not a bit nervous. Because I am. But I feel well-prepared, at least.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Tapering is hard

I'm supposed to be tapering for my race next week. It's really hard to do. I feel so lazy.

But I got some perspective too. Today at the gym, I decided to take it really easy. So I did a 20 min. ride on the stationary bike, with a 2 min. cool down. I didn't even do "Random Hill" but instead I did "manual" and lowered and raised the level so that my heart rate stayed under 120 but my cadence was still over 80.

Then I remembered that when I first started, I had trouble keeping my average mph at 75 and I only went for 30 min. and at a lower level than even the lowest I did today. Plus I used to use the recumbent bikes and now I use the ones you have to hold yourself up on.

So even though this was an "easy" workout for me, I was still doing more than when I was going to the gym working my buns off back in the summer and early fall. I forgot it used to take me 30 min. to go five miles! Now I can do 13 miles in 45 min and with more resistance and hill work too.

Monday, April 6, 2009

GGGOOOOOOAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL!

No, I didn't play soccer this weekend. But I did get to a normal BMI. Yeah me!

So I'm now at "goal". That is to say, I've made all the weight loss-related goals I started with. I lost over 90 pounds, I have a normal BMI, and I'm in a size smaller than 10, my initial size goal. I really didn't have any goals beyond that. I did develop a few new goals along the way and I've managed to knock off most of them too.

But I don't really feel "done."

Sure, I look pretty good in my clothes and my shapewear. But I do have fat that I can get rid of and want to get rid of. I'd like to have a resting pulse rate and a body fat percentage that is closer to the "athlete" range instead of the "somewhat fit, old broad" range as well. I also have a lot of new sports-related goals that I didn't have before.

So here is my updates list of goals:

  1. (completed)Get off my BP meds
  2. (completed)Get rid of my plantar fasciitis once and for all
  3. (completed)Get rid of my GERD
  4. (completed)Go swimming with my daughter and stop making excuses every time she asks because I don't want to deal with appearing in a bathing suit in public
  5. (completed)Be at least a size 10, maybe smaller, and to shop in regular stores and not just the fat old lady department at Macys
  6. (completed)Get down to 175
  7. (completed)No longer be clinically obese
  8. (completed)Get down to 155
  9. (completed)Have a normal BMI
  10. Get down to 125 (possible goal weight?)
  11. Be in a true size 6
  12. Have a body fat percentage in the 18 - 22% range
  13. Get my resting pulse rate into the low 50s
  14. (completed)Walk 10,000 steps a day at least 4 days a week
  15. (completed)Complete a 5K
  16. Complete a Sprint Triathlon
  17. Complete a Sprint Triathlon in under 2:30
  18. Complete a Century Ride
  19. Complete a 10K
  20. Be able to run a marathon
  21. Complete an Ironman or at least a HIM
  22. Give my inner "skinny bitch" the body she deserves.
  23. Live into my 90s as one of those cantakerous little old ladies with 10x as much energy as the youngsters I run circles around (so far so good)
Some of these are pretty long-term though. I'm not going to feel "not done" until I'm in my 90s and know how much energy I have, for example. I'm sure I'll feel done much sooner than that.

So when will I be done?

All I can say is: I'll know when I know. But the body fat % and size goals are probably the two key "done" goals on my current list.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

He really did operate on my brain

A common phrase in the bariatric surgery world is "they operate on your stomach, not your brain." The idea being that WLS can give you some physical tools to help in your journey, but you have to figure out your mental food issues yourself.

But I feel like Dr. Awesome did operate on my brain. Because I went into the operation with a Fat Brain and I came out with a Thin Brain.

What's a Fat Brain, you ask? A Fat Brain is a brain that is driven to eat and not move. It looks at brownies (or chips or whatever your trigger food is) and tells you "Have it. Doesn't it look sooooooo good? Thin people eat brownies (or chips or whatever). You don't want to deprive yourself or you'll just binge later." Then, after you eat the brownie (or chips or whatever), you end up going back in an hour or two for more, because Fat Brain can never be satisfied. Then Fat Brain talks you out of going to the gym because you feel kind of blah and "maybe you're coming down with something."

Thin Brain looks at food as fuel and movement as life-giving. The brownie might still look good, but it might look dry. If it looks dry, Thin Brain isn't going to tell you to eat it. Thin Brain knows that some day a good brownie will come along and it can wait. Or maybe Thin Brain isn't hungry and figures there will be more brownies some other time. Or maybe Thin Brain decides it's okay to eat it since it's been a long time since you had dessert of any kind, but then Thin Brain reminds you to go the gym because you've been feeling sluggish and a good workout will give you your energy back and burn off some of those brownie calories to boot.

Of course, intellectually, I know that it's ghrelin that made those brownies -- that I am not even sure I like any more -- look so incredibly good. It's probably some other hormone we haven't discovered yet that controls wanting to move. But it has to be related to ghrelin somehow, so I'll give ghrelin credit for that too.

So Dr. Awesome removed the ghrelin in my stomach and it's like a switch has been flipped in my brain. As a result, I’ve changed my image of myself and my accompanying mental self-talk.

Now I talk to myself like an athlete and a bit of a health nut. When I’m in a group setting and Fat Brain is whispering “sit down, you feel tired”, Thin Brain says firmly that “athletes feel restless after sitting all day at work and need to move around.” When Fat Brain wants to eat a cupcake, Thin Brain says “my body’s a temple and I’m not putting THAT into it.” Because Thin Brain knows that cupcakes are full of processed flour and sugar and eating those things makes MacMadame feel gross.

This is not to say that I don't sometimes made bad choices or that Fat Brain is dead forever. And I do give myself some credit. I know that your mental images and your self-talk are powerful, so I work on them as much as I work on my body and my eating.

But the balance of power shifted with my surgery in a way it's never shifted for me when I lost weight before. And I felt a need to acknowledge that and not pretend to be a Super Hero with special powers other people haven't got.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Cosmos at work?

I've had my first alcohol. We had an event at work and, along with the normal beer and wine that I generally avoid, one of the booths was making Cosmos.

I kid you not. Cosmos. At work.

Not only that, but he was putting in about 3x the vodka that you would normally. So they were STRONG.

But I had to have one. I haven't had a Cosmo since about three months pre-op and I've been wanting one.

Perhaps it wasn't the smartest thing in the world to have my first alcoholic drink at work, but too late now.

I did not get smashing, falling down drunk. I did get tipsy faster. But that could have been from the strength of the drink. It's hard to say if I'm more sober now than I would normally be either.

All in all, I don't think I reacted all that much differently than pre-op. I was already quite the lightweight when it came to the "demon rum" anyway so if I get drunk five minutes faster, well, it's not a big difference.

I did notice that drinking made me eat more. I ended up having both a chocolate covered strawberry and a fruit tart instead of just one or the other. I did pass on the brownies and cupcakes in favor of cheese. That's probably not something I would have done pre-op, particularly not tipsy.

Summary: Not a bad experience, but I see the pitfalls that people can fall into. Luckily I'm not a big drinker, but I think I'll become even more abstinent.