Alas, Poor Diva…I knew her well

Lord – I’m in the third week of a strenuous diet – pending gastric bypass surgery. A protein shake for lunch, one for dinner, and a salad for lunch. Less than 500 calories a day. Dante had it all wrong…THIS is the ninth level of hell…the devil waving donuts, beans and cornbread, pizza, chicken fried steak, and french fries in your face while all you have to sustain you is a horrible protein shake. I don’t know if I’ll make it to surgery.

The doctor’s secretary was amazed. No one ever makes it without cheating. Well…I’m not cheating. I’ve come this far and I’m not a quitter…but darn it’s hard. I dream about food. It is my comfort, my celebration, and darn it….it tastes good. Sigh.

I won’t bore you with my deep insights into myself and my battle with separating food from my emotions so I can be healthy again….but I just had to whine a little bit.

I’m creating a blog to track my progress. Will have it up this weekend….have to document the journey…I’ll post when it’s up.

Thanks for reading my brief whine…and get that darn donut out of my face!