12 days post-op update

It’s been a little over week since you guys heard from me and since then there’s been a few hiccups but I gotta say everything is going well and every day gets better and better. Since the day of the surgery, up until a few days ago, the most solid food I had eaten was sugar free popsicles. A lot of them. I mean A LOT of them. Something I learned when I was a small child from my dearest Grandpa George is that my tolerance for delicious sugar free treats is very low. You see, Grandpa George was a diabetic. He always had yummy sugar free cookies and delicious sugar free candies scattered about the house. Of course, I was a small child and I had to do what small children do at their grandparent’s house. I would stuff my self full of these scrumptious delights and then pay for it dearly. My parents always warned me that too much candy would cause a tummy ache, but they never warned me about the side effects of artificial sweeteners. (What does this have to do with a surgery update? Just keep reading.)

You see, all those times I heard a rumbly in my tumbly at Grandmom and Grandpa’s house, it wasn’t the candy! It was the copious amounts of artificial sweeteners I had shoved into my body that were making me spend entirely too long on the potty. At last I learned the truth. Artificial sweeteners and I just simply do not get along. For those of you who can’t seem to read in between the lines, let me just say that this is about to get REAL personal and REAL disgusting, REALLY fast. So if you don’t want to hear about it, now would be the perfect time to close this window. Here’s a nice picture of my Grandpa George and me when I was a cute little sprout. I’m warning you… turn back now if you don’t want to hear it.

Well, you’re still reading so I’m assuming you want to hear about the good, the bad, and the ugly. So about those popsicles that I had been eating… I already told you guys that they were sugar-free because that’s the only thing that the doctor approved other than nasty ass sugar-free jello or some other nasty cream of chicken soup crap. The popsicles were so delicious. My husband brought home a bunch of different brands and flavors and we went to town. Well, they are also very full of artificial sweeteners which of course I knew! Obviously, I knew… I’m not oblivious. The reason I was eating so many was that I hadn’t pooped in 9 days. I wasn’t worried about the “laxative effects” that the artificial sweeteners would have on me. Remember in my last update how I told you guys I was trying to burp and fart as much as I could because releasing the pressure was practically the only relief I could find? Yep. So my mom was over at the house spending some time with me. She would laugh every time I released the gas. It was wonderful and amazing until it happened. She was sitting across the room from me and I was about to get up and go to the kitchen and I went to let one rip. Immediately my face fell and I froze. My mom, God bless her soul, knew exactly what had happened.

I learned something that day. Purple popsicles give you purple runs and orange popsicles give you orange runs. There was laundry to do and a lesson to be learned. Turns out, even if you haven’t eaten anything solid in well over a week, you can certainly get the runs.

By the way, these are seriously the BEST sugar-free popsicles on the planet. YUM!

Now. The main question here is, “Why on earth would you tell the entire world that you shit yourself?” Well, here’s the answer to that question. Keep in mind that my stomach is still very swollen from being cut on. The size of my new belly at the time of this whole incident was about the size of a large marble. It didn’t hold much and keeping up with my water intake was a little hard to do. Imagine taking your entire day to fill a marble full of water. 64 oz of water that marble needs. Not too much of hard task, until you add in the fact that I also had severe diarrhea. We all know that diarrhea will dehydrate a body faster than most things. Needless to say, I was extremely dehydrated and the weakness of trying to heal and also not having any calories other than just a few spoonfuls of soup was making it super hard to even move. All I did was sleep for a few days until we decided that the dehydration was just a bit severe. I’m uber thankful for my husband begging me to take care of myself even when I could barely find the strength.

After I started feeling a bit better and knocked out all of the artificial sweeteners I was getting ready for bed the following night and I did what I’m so used to doing. I poured my daily medications in my hand, I took a big gulp of water, I threw the pills in my mouth and swallowed. Time for bed!

I was washing my face and brushing my teeth and all of a sudden it hit me. I was hot. Not hot like a normal hot, no. This was like fever breaking, body trembling, nauseous feeling, sweat pouring from every single pore on my body kind of hot. Then I started cramping again. Dammit! More diarrhea?! I thought we were past this. I headed towards the potty and quickly decided it wasn’t happening from the backend. Nope. Not at all. I sat with my head in the toilet dry heaving for 15 minutes. I was in tears from the pain of heaving time after time after time after only having stomach surgery a week prior. It was excruciating. I finally got the strength to pull myself up off the floor and run to get my husband’s help. I was hoping that he could get me one of those magical nausea pills and maybe just maybe it would solve my problem. While I was running from one room to the other hollering for help, I couldn’t find the kitchen trash can fast enough. Before I knew it I was on the kitchen floor heaving again. Thank goodness Keenan was there to grab me a magical pill and some water so that I could swallow it down. After 45 minutes of pain and torture, I finally was able to relax and get to bed. What a night. I slept the entire next day, however, I did manage to call my surgeon’s office to find out what the hell I had done to myself to cause this insane mess of heaving.

After I explained what I had done a few hours before the episode, it was clear that I had completely overfilled my belly with water and medication. The water had gone right through me and the pills were stuck in my very swollen belly. Clearly, I wasn’t aware that I needed to take my pills one at a time with at least 15 minutes in between. Hmmm. Who would have thunk it?

Guys… this is why I’m sharing my story. So many of you have reached out to me on Instagram, Snapchat, and Facebook to tell me either that you’ve had the surgery already or that you are wanting it so badly but you’re too scared because you simply don’t know what to expect! I’m sharing my wins and loses with you guys in hopes that if some of you do decide to make this wonderful life-changing decision to have weight-loss surgery, that you’ll know what to expect. Unquestionably, my journey will be much different than anyone else’s. Everyone has their own story to tell. My husband, for instance, was fine and dandy within 3 days as if nothing ever happened. A friend of mine was in the hospital for a few weeks after hers because of some terrible complications. EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT! Here’s the important thing to know though, even though I’ve had some struggles and some pain and things are taking a bit to get used to, I wouldn’t change my decision if given the chance. I’d do it all over again in an instant.

All of this is temporary. The pain is completely gone now. I’m able to eat mushy veggies and noodles! I had Minestrone soup today and I’m fairly certain for a brief moment I traveled to heaven. Biting into something solid(ish) was the most wonderful thing that has happened since February 13th. I’m finally starting to notice little things changing with my body. I went to the store and actually read the label of the food I was buying! What?! The old Meighan didn’t give a flying fuck what the labels said. Not one. I might have looked at the serving size on a few things once or twice but that’s really about it. I didn’t care about sugars or carbs or fiber.

Things are changing in the Knight household. My husband weighs his food and logs everything he eats to ensure he meets his macros. He is currently trying to convince me that I need to be walking around the block with him every night. Shocking! (Also – slow down turbo. I’m not even 2 weeks post-op yet! Baby steps!)

We have set a goal to complete our first 5k together by the end of the year and I have high hopes that we can reach that goal together. I feel like I finally have a partner in this whole weight-loss game and it’s so great. I just know we are going to win this time. Together.


Alright. Sorry for the long post but I promised I’d be real and share the good and the bad. I hope sharing my story will help some of you who are the fence about making this decision jump!

To those of you who have contacted me saying that you’re too ashamed to admit you’ve had weight loss surgery, I want you to know that I hear you loud and clear. I understand completely how hard it is to admit to people that you need help. Some people go to rehab and never tell a soul. It is so hard to be open about these types of things because you never know who is going to judge you or try to make you change your mind. I didn’t want to tell anyone for a few years. I finally opened up about it last year because I realized that I was killing myself. I was taking years off of my life and I needed help. I could no longer do this alone. So to you guys, I just have to say that I am so so proud of you. You made the decision to save your life and look at you now! Please don’t be ashamed of your past. Be proud of who you have become! Be proud of making the decision to take your life back and gain your health!!

I’ll end this on a happy note! 2 weeks ago Keenan tried on a suit that he hadn’t worn in a while. It didn’t quite fit so we hung it back in the closet and found another option for him. He has another interview tomorrow and he tried the same suit on tonight. Guess who’s wearing a nice and spiffy suit to his interview?? It’s so great to see him get excited over this. He’s lost nearly 15 pounds in 2 weeks and seeing him talk about it is so thrilling to me because there’s this light in his eyes. You can tell that he’s truly proud of himself and excited to keep going.


Good night my sweet human souls.img_1158


It’s like craving death.
I know it will kill me eventually.
I know it’s not good for me.
Without it, I am the worst version of myself.
I’m always looking for my next fix.
I’m angry and moody simply because nothing else matters.
I snap at nothing and no one really understands what the deal is.
Gasp. There it is. Finally. So good.
Just one little whiff, one little bite and suddenly everything is right again.
It’s been a few minutes. I need another.
This is destroying my life.
It takes over every inch of my body every single second of every single day.
I feel disgusting afterward each fix but in the moment I’m complete.
I crave the rush, if only for a minute.
Regret sets in and now I’m disgusted and ashamed.
Now I’m sad, or worse – angry.
The craving returns… it’s the only thing to make it better.
Not everyone can understand addiction.
It takes many forms.
Drugs. Alcohol. Cigarettes.
Sugar is my drug of choice.
It’s a viscious cycle.
Sad. Eat. Guilt. Repeat.
Somedays I don’t even know that I’m doing it.
People joke like sugar addiction isn’t a real thing.
I don’t remember the last time in my life I wasn’t thinking about sugar.
It’s consuming all of my mind all the time.
And so repeats the cycle.

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3 days post-op. An update!


It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I’ve decided I truly suck at this whole blogging thing. Anyway, here I am and I’m going to take you on the journey that was my pre-op diet & the first few days after the operation.  Keep in mind that this is my point of view and things that happened to me. Everyone’s journey is different.

I’ll start with the moment I got the call that everything was cleared and I could be scheduled for surgery. It happened at 4pm on Tuesday. I told them that I wanted to have the surgery AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. The lady I was speaking with said that we could do it as early as the following Monday. Whoa. That’s a bit TOO fast. I still have to do my pre-op diet! Hold up. She laughed and then suggested Wednesday, February 14th. DONE! Schedule me in! Let’s fucking DO THIS!

You guys… The minute I got off the phone with her, I ran to my boss’ office to let her know that I’d be taking some time off and then I legit sat in my office shaking like a scared puppy in the corner. I wasn’t scared though, I was straight up excited! I couldn’t wait! It was finally happening. I finally had a date and both my pre-op appointment and my 2-week post-op appointment were scheduled too. It was surreal. I couldn’t believe it.  I’ve been waiting for this to happen for the past 3 years. I’ve been wishing and hoping and researching for so long. Finally, things had been seriously set in motion and it was ACTUALLY happening.

I spent the rest of my night calling all of my family and friends to tell them the news. All in all, I knew they didn’t give rat’s ass about this news, aside from maybe 2 or 3 people, but that didn’t stop me from telling every person I could think to tell. I didn’t get any sleep that night because all I could think about was how much my life was about to change. Everything I had ever known about food was about to be ripped away from me and I was going to have to start over completely from scratch. The thought of that, as scary as it sounded to me, was also extremely refreshing. I know it seems crazy but when I say this operation is a new start for me, it really is.


The Friday after I got the call was when my pre-op appointment was scheduled. I went in to have my bloodwork taken and to get full instructions on what to do up until the day of my surgery. It was super fast and painless. I got a chance to ask all the questions I had. Everyone in the office was so nice and all the ladies kept congratulating me and sharing their success stories with me. I left the office feeling fully prepared and even more excited than I already was.

I started my pre-op diet the following Sunday. The purpose of this diet is to shrink my liver so that it slides easily out of the way for my surgeon. A fatty liver that doesn’t want to move out of the way can make things very difficult for my surgeon. The diet consisted of 3 protein shakes a day and 1 nutrient dense 450 calorie meal. I have to say, the first 3 days were really hard. I drank what felt like my weight in broth and hot tea. By the time the 4th day rolled around, I was just so excited about everything that I was bound and determined to finish this diet. I did what I was supposed to do and on the morning of my surgery, the results showed.


My highest weight ever was 307.8. I’ll admit, the last few days before my pre-op diet, I did terrible things. There were so many Oreos that I couldn’t even count. There was cheesecake, pasta, and alcohol from The Cheesecake Factory. There was birthday cake. There was fondue – LOTS of chocolate fondue. Practically everything that had sugar in my house was eaten in those last few days. I had no shame. It was my last time to indulge before I started my diet. I think I did a pretty great job on the diet.


I stayed up super late the night before surgery. I was enjoying laughing and having a great time with my husband and my momma. We sat up and watched YouTube for hours. We finally got around to getting some sleep somewhere around 2am. My alarm went off at 5am and I drug myself to the shower. Somehow I managed to get myself packed for my overnight stay at the hospital, took all the medications required by my surgeon, and finally, I crawled in the car. WHOOT! Today was FINALLY the day. No more excuses for living the way I’ve been living. This was truly the first day of the rest of my life.

Once we finally found the itty bitty surgery center in the middle of Dallas, (trust me, it was an adventure) I parked the car and waddled my way in complete with blankets, pillows, and backpacks for myself and my husband. I checked in at the desk and got all my pretty bracelets. They called me back up to the front desk to be sure someone was going to be staying with me for the first 24 hours after my surgery. I was confused by this because I was still under the impression that I was staying overnight. Whatever lady, yes, someone will be there with me. Then she asked for the name of the person who would be driving me home today…


Wait. What? Today? You’re sending me home TODAY?! At first, I was really excited to hear this news. I mean really, who actually wants to stay at a hospital overnight? Not me. In fact, I usually do whatever it takes for me to get home as soon as possible from hospitals. No thanks. So I thought to myself, “AWESOME! It’s like this day keeps getting better and better. WHOOT!” I let my husband know that I would be going home that day. He was just as confused as I was, but he shrugged and took the blankets, pillows, and backpacks back to the car. No wonder everyone was looking at us like we were completely crazy for moving in. It all made much more sense when the lady at the desk told me that this was a small outpatient clinic and they didn’t have any rooms for overnight stays. Hmm. Would have been nice to know that beforehand!

Anyway, they finally called my name and I  went back there to pee in a cup and answer all the questions. I changed into my gown and gave the nurse my urine sample. As she asked me all the questions that they require and made me sign all the consents to get everything all squared away and official, I had another nurse taking my blood pressure on one arm and sticking the heart monitors on my chest. There was another nurse getting my IV set up and another one checking my legs and ankles for swelling. I was surrounded by people swarming around me trying to get me prepared for the big white light.


My surgeons showed up along with the anesthesiologist and before I could even blink 3 times I was wheeled into the OR. They made me move from one bed to the operating table, strapped my arms out away from my body, and slapped on the heel protection pads. My anesthesiologist was still just as distracting and funny as he was during my EGD. He has a special way of distracting you so much that you have no idea what’s really going on around you. I was relieved to see him again since he made me smile so much the last time. Before I knew it, I was out for the count and I woke up in recovery. Fun times were had… I think.

Recovery was complete hell. The heart rate monitor was incredibly loud and annoying. People wouldn’t stop talking to me. I couldn’t sit down for longer than 5 minutes before they had me up and walking laps again. I was begging for pain medications because I felt like my insides were on fire. Once the pain meds kicked in, they had me walk some more. They sent my family in so that everyone could verify that I was indeed still alive and doing alright. I had 0 interest in talking to any of them so I just kinda grunted and moaned and maybe threw a few thumbs up their way. Before I knew it, it was time to go home. That car ride was rough, but the pain meds helped just a little bit.


We got home and I did exactly what they told me to do. I walked and walked and walked. I sipped water every 15 minutes to keep myself hydrated. I took my medications to keep my nausea and my pain subsided. Keenan helped me empty my drainage tube quite a few times and I burped and farted as much as I possibly could so that the C02 would leave my body. I got no more than 20 minutes of sleep at a time because the gas pains were so intense. I had absolutely no relief unless I was up and walking, however, I had no energy to keep walking around my house because I hadn’t slept hardly at all and I hadn’t had anything in my system except major drugs and some sips of water in well over 24 hours.

Luckily I had an appointment at 1pm the next day to remove my drainage tube and my nurse was able to see just how much pain I was in. This wasn’t the normal uncomfortable feeling… this was complete 100% pain. Tears. Cuss words. Moments of wanting to completely change my mind because there was no way I could keep going like I was. I told my husband that I regretted everything and I didn’t want to do it anymore. For real, with no exaggeration, the first 24 hours were by far the most terrible, awful time of this entire experience for me. I was wishing that I had been able to stay the night so that they could give me the good stuff. The tramadol that they prescribed me wasn’t doing a damn thing for my pain. Nothing.

My husband got me to the surgeon’s office and once my nurse talked to me and saw how much pain I was in, they agreed to give me something a lot stronger. I got 2 injections in the hips and within a matter of 10 minutes, I was relaxed in the car on my way back home. I got home and crawled up with my blanket. I slept for 5 hours straight and it was wonderful. Once I was able to relax a bit and finally get some sleep, my entire experience from that point forward completely changed. My mindset had gone back to being positive and uplifted. I felt like walking and sipping my water. I was able to sleep for about 2 hours each time I laid down. The pain medication that they prescribed me was finally starting to take the edge off of the discomfort. Having the drainage tube removed was definitely helping me to feel better as well. Things were finally looking up. The worst part of it all was behind me.


I slept most of the day on Friday. I was feeling much better and was able to take care of everything on my own. I set timers to walk and sip water. I tried to get a few drinks of my protein drink down. I did everything I could to follow the doctor’s orders. Progress was being made.

Today is Saturday and I’ve been feeling much more like my good old self. I’m able to move freely and sip water with no nausea at all. I drank an entire protein drink and I can tell my body is starting the healing process.  I have a lot more energy today and I’ve only had one small nap this morning. I have faith that tomorrow will be even better than today.

I get to start a full liquid diet on Wednesday. That means I get to add creamy soups and protein shakes. I’m looking forward to something other than water, popsicles, jello, fruit punch protein, and ice. I’ve left you guys with a lot to read and it’s officially time for me to get some rest. Perhaps I’ll post another update next week once I start my full liquid diet. For now, I’m going to leave you with a nasty picture of my fat belly the day after surgery.

If you’re squeamish, turn away now.
Good night my sweet souls.
Xoxo –



Update on Keenan’s LSG

A lot of you guys have been asking about my husband.


He’s doing very well. Tomorrow marks 28 days since he got sleeved. His incisions are all healed now and he’s nailed the routine of supplements and nutrition tracking. Last week he was rather excited to step on the scale and see a number that was under 400! He’s taking the protein intake pretty seriously and so far there’s only been a few moments of discomfort due to eating too fast and not chewing properly.

I asked him earlier this afternoon if he regrets having the surgery. He said no he didn’t regret it and that he’s happy he can still have almost anything he wants but that he just eats a very small amount of it. He’s been in a great mood for the past few weeks and though he would never admit it, he’s been acting much more confident!

I gotta say, I’m super proud of him.

Happy Saturday, you gorgeous human!