I have really struggled all week long. I was able to talk myself down from the ledge of head hunger. That wasn't a problem. But I was ingesting so few calories that I was pretty constantly experiencing physiological hunger. I've been exhausted. I've been dizzy. I've been light-headed. I've felt really yucky.
A sample of a day in the life of my wackadoo diet:
Breakfast - Protein shake
Lunch - 1 slice whole grain bread, 2 oz. lean lunch meat, 1 slice swiss, 1 boiled egg
Dinner - 3 oz. lean meat, 1/2 c. red potato
Some days there was a sugar free yogurt thrown in, an extra boiled egg or an additional protein shake. It depended on how my calorie count was going or how weak I was feeling.
I'll tell ya though, I'm really proud of myself. I have done very, very well. Today, I had my pre-op weight check and I had lost 11 pounds since Wednesday, September 2. I was shocked. And thrilled. And hungry.
Thought it was a bit apropos that I had lost 11 pounds on the 14th anniversary of 9/11.
Can I be honest? As I was driving across town to pick little Bella (our Shorkie-Tzu), I had a strong urge to pull into Dairy Queen. In my head I'm like, "Why?" I couldn't tell you the last time I patroned a DQ. I knew I wouldn't, but I did want to. And that made me sad. And that, mad me mad.
However, across the street from our DQ was a van whose imprint read, "Bonsai"! (Side note: I love Bonsai and bamboo!) I called Mark and asked if I could stop and get one. I went back later that afternoon and got a $40 bonsai for $20. I met a very nice man of Asian descent I believe. All in all a fantastic substitute for DQ.
So days are counting down. I can't believe it is almost finally here. All the planning, evaluations, education, medical appointments are finally going to pay off.
I've got a lot of life to yet to live. I'm ready to get on with it. Be with me, Father God. Bless these efforts and may I grow to be a more active servant of Yours.
"He must become more, I must become less." - John 3:30
Be blessed and be blessings y'all!
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