Flash 55, Take 13

They were staring her in the face, begging her to come
to them. She wasn't sure how long she could hold out
against them. They were calling her name.

She had done so much to resist their evilness but could
hold out no longer.

She ordered an espresso with a side order of candy corn.


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I was inspired to write this because today marks the beginning of my weight loss journey. One year ago, I started the pre-operative liquid diet. It's been one year since I've had refined sugar or caffeine. (I realize that it's impossible to not have sugar since it's in everything but I've made a conscious attempt to not eat anything that I knew had sugar in it.)

I found myself staring down a bowl of candy corn. It's one of my favorite candies and I always look forward to it at this time of the year. I'm proud to say that I won and didn't eat any. I'm so afraid that it might open the gates to hell.

I know most of you will never understand what I'm going through here. Some of you will tell me to never try sugar and you'd be right. But, part of having this surgery is learning moderation. I can't foresee myself staying completely away from sugar forever.

The caffeine I don't miss. Sugar is a different story. *sigh*

I'm Hungry

I started the "diet" today. 800 calories and 150 grams of protein. The "food" is prepackaged and you add water and microwave.

Yum, yum. I made oatmeal with cinnamon apples this morning. This stuff looks like glue with lumps of snot thrown in. Daughter #2 walks into the kitchen and proceeds to tell me that my breakfast looks like throw up. She's charming, isn't she? I tell her to refrain from comments because I have to eat the stuff no matter what. I choke it down because I know I have to do this.

At lunch, I was heating up my vegetarian chili and my stepdad walks in and says, "What stinks?". Uhh...my lunch? Choked it down anyway.

The consistency of this "food" is just strange. It doesn't help that you only get about 4 ounces of "goo" at each meal.

Here's to hoping that tomorrow's meals will be choked down a little easier.

Oh, on a good note, because the diet it mostly liquid, there is no bowel prep before surgery. Woo hoo!! At least something good is coming out of this.

I almost forgot to mention that a physician's assistant was one of the many people that spoke to our pre operative gastric bypass group. He was quite matter of fact as he explained things that would happen to you while in the hospital. He was explaining the breathing apparatus that you have to breathe into after surgery. He said he likes to see one ball up within the first couple of hours and three balls before you leave the hospital. Now I just lost it and laughed so hard that tears were rolling. I told the group that it's lucky we are not men with three balls. The entire room broke up and it took him a good minute to bring the room back around. His next sentence was, "I wanna see you get it up before you leave." Once he realized what he said, he said, "I didn't just say that did I?" He had to leave the room to compose himself.

We all got to meet with him one on one and he told me that he had never lost his composure during seminars and he'd been doing them for over 4 years. He said it was all my fault.