So as I say my farewell to food for the next ten days, I am left with a sadness that I just don't know how to deal with.  I eat when stressed.  I eat when sad.  I eat when happy.  I use food emotionally.  I am ready to eat healthy and not let food control who I am.  However, I think this is going to be harder than anything I can imagine.  

And a personal message to my best friend: You are my rock and without you I would not have made it this far.  You are always there for me no matter what time of day or night.  I love you with all my heart.  Thanks for being my much needed shoulder. You have opened my eyes to the possiblity that I matter and that I am worth something.  That I am much more of a person that I give myself credit for.  For this I will always be in your debt.  Smooches!

Once last thing...to the bitch at walmart.  It's none of your business what I buy.  Stop commenting on my items.  Why do you need to know why I am buying flintstones?  For all you know, I might have 15 kids at home needing vitamins and jello...

I work in a office with 26 men.  I am the only woman...A dream come true usually because there is no gossip ring.  No catty fights.  Usually bliss.  Until yesterday.  We are all sitting around bullshitting waiting on lunch time.  Then the sales guy says how much of a fatass he is and needs to go on a diet and comes up with this splendid plan of everyone putting in 50 bucks and doing a "biggest loser" diet together.  Sounds like a good plan right?

Now they know I am going to have surgery in two weeks and they still want me to do it with them.  He thinks he is going to out "lose" me in 10 weeks time.  I'm thinking easy money right...I drive to walmart and buy a scale.  

This is where the horrid part comes in.  

This morning was weigh in.  I OUTWEIGHED them all.  I am talking about big men here.  Not lightweights.  I was so embarrased.  9 pounds heavier than the heaviest guy.  I want to crawl under a rock!

I also got a phone call from my regular doc's nurse yesterday.  Seems that when I did my tests last week, they found out I have a UTI.  So I had to haul booty to the dr. for a script.  I wait for almost 2 hours to see him and finally when he does bless me with his presence...He says wow that is a low infection count.  I bet that was just a contaminate.  So, Antibiotics for 10 days anyway.  GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.