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 Turns out baby food is disgusting.  I honestly thought I was being crafty, I found some organic packs of baby food, low in sugar and with enticing names like "pasta and lentil bolognase", and thought "Oh, I can mix that with a scoop of unflavored protein and it'll be good to go."  So this morning, I tried that.

Holy mother, that is nasty.  Not having kids myself I've never really been around the stuff, but I didn't realize that baby food is just.. tasteless mush.  So, that was one idea down the tubes. One bite and I tossed it, and after rummaging through the fridge decided to make 1/4 cup of egg substitute, mixed with two slices of turkey bacon chopped up really small.  Mixed that with salsa and avocado, and it was so good. My stomach may be tiny now, but my taste buds ain't broke, you know?

I'm only 2 weeks out, and just moving into pureed and some soft foods. I'm having some mental troubles moving over to actual food rather than relying on protein shakes. Honestly, though, I think the linchpin of my protein are the Isopure drinks (not the smoothies, mind you, as they have too much sugar for my tastes). 40g of protein in 20 oz, and takes a huge chunk out of my requirement for the day,

Stayed home from work today because I'm still having pains in my side. I only took one week off work, and made it through the beginning of the week, but I think I hit the wall. So glad I have a standing desk at work at least so I don't have to sit all day, though. Hopefully these side pains will stop, it hadn't bothered me for a few days but came back, making me take pain meds for the first time in a week. 

Did anyone else have trouble mentally moving on to "real" foods?  I'm so scared I'm going to eat "too much" just by eating anything at all.  I know that's not really rational, and I don't think I've made any bad choices thus far. I think hiding my scale, although it frustrates the hell out of me sometimes not being able to weigh, may have been for the best. Not being so hooked on the numbers quells my crazies.

I can't believe tomorrow will be 2 weeks since surgery. I can't believe this actually happened. I'm determined to do right by this.

Had my Pre-op Testing appointment today.  I was scared that my blood pressure would be too high and the would delay the surgery or something (ironic considering my blood pressure is why I'm doing this in the first place).  They took it once and it was sky-high, something over 114.. then switched to the other arm and tried again and it was in the normal range.  Go figure.

Looks like I'm all set, my dad and sister are coming to wait with my boyfriend during the surgery.. I'm so glad, but I admit to being totally scared of this whole thing.  I started crying while talking to the poor lady at the hospital who was just trying to do her job asking about my health history. 

Now, are the next few days going to fly by or drag by?  Hmm. I admit since I didn't have a protein shake for breakfast, even though I'm on the liver reduction diet I threw caution to the wind and got a chicken tender salad on my way into work.  Oh well. 

Spent the weekend trying to stock up on some broths and foods I can try when I get up to pureed foods.  Found a toddler "Pasta and lentil bolognese" that was actually not loaded with sugar.  I wonder if I can just spike everything with unflavored protein?

I'm so ready to just get this show on the road, the aniticipation is driving me batty!

I started this whole journey not really thinking I would get to the end of it.  I thought it would be like my attempts at oil painting, or that one month I was really into Eminem.  In the back of my head I think weight loss surgery, gastric bypass, would just fade away into the ether.  I told myself I could quit, that I would just keep going to appointments and keep getting tests until I found a reason not to.  I guess I never did.

I got the insurance approval for my surgery on the same day that I had to, for the first time, ask for a seat belt extender on a plane.  I've flown so many times and, while I've cut it close a few times, this was the first time that I genuinely couldn't close the belt.  Inches of a gap were left (Honestly I do think the plane was different or that belt was screwed up, but still.) and I was left struggling, contorting, turning bright red and wanting to cry while an entire row of people stood in the center aisle gawking at me.

And on the other end of that plane ride I get a letter- "Your surgery for morbid obesity has been approved."

I may have it as soon as 2 weeks from now.  I am meeting with the surgeon in 2 days to actually schedule the date.  I am eager to get this show on the road.  I'm grateful for this website, as I am eager for a support network with people who have been through this.  It's all overwhelming to me right now. 

Here's to a happy new future :)