The second to last week of the rest of my life OR Sunday

Jul 11, 2009

I have this silly countdown clock in my head that keeps track of things all in relation to the day of my surgery or some other event.  This week I kept saying "this is the last time I'll taste my mother's curry chicken for a year" or "this is my last taste of sweet tea for the rest of my life" or, even more silly, "this is the last Sunday I can eat solid food for the next two - three months."

Now I understand, in my sane brain, that nothing is final and that the surgery won't ultimately prevent me from eating and drinking these things - that will become a choice I have to make everyday, every meal, every time food is before me.  But, in my fatty brain, I seem to believe that the surgery is going to magically remove these things for the rest of my life.

I am trying to get my mind right, really I am, and I know eventually I will, but, this interim where I measure the world by its distance from my RNY, is a little trippy.

Well, today is the start of the second to last week before my surgery and the last day I can eat solid foods and the start of what I hope will be the last time I'll have to take birth control to regulate my crazy period - or it's Sunday and I need to get my but in gear and get to church on-time for a change.  It all depends on which mind is in control at the time.

Stacey out!

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