Saturday, March 17, 2012

Venting

Is it to much for me to ask that my family not argue for the next 3 days? I guess so. All I wanted was to be the center of attention in my house just this once. I could die on the operating table and the last memories of me would be me screaming at my husband and kids. Bullshit! Then again I have been feeling very crabby lately. This pre-op diet is awful and I know that my diet for at least a month after surgery will consist of mostly liquids. I am missing my comfort foods already. Good thing about the RNY is that even if I do go back to eating junk, my "pouch" will just get pissed and then I will feel literally like I want to die. Thats what dumping is. Not sure if I ever want to experience that feeling. I am committed to doing this!!! I will follow the rules and I will become a slave to my stomach pouch!

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