A Brief Update

So, I went to my primary care doctor today for my monthly check-up. It took THREE HOURS before I could have a 15 MINUTE visit with him. Yeah. I love my primary care doctor. He's really nice and knowledgeable and respectful, but he takes FOREVER!!! There's some precious time I will never get back. Thank goodness that I have a more flexible and lenient schedule than most. And I was able to get a nap afterward, so there's that.

Basically, I have to just tough things out. I'm seeing a gastroenterologist (stomach doctor) next week, so I'll see what they have to say. After that, then I may have a clearer idea on what to do.

Yet temptation is everywhere!!!!!

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This is what I made Mom for dinner tonight. A big 'ol plate of Mac and Cheese. Fun.

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This is what I'm attempting to eat tonight. Less than 1/2 cup of Mac and Cheese, with a toddler fork. Yeah. This is what adulting feels like.

I can't escape the real world. I can't escape food. Food is everywhere. It's at home, it's on television, it's on the Internet, it's on the billboards, it's in magazines (and I subscribe to a ton!)....it's inevitable. Food is literally the most legal addictive substance in the world. And I feel like the crack addict who has to pass by the crackhouse on the way to work. It's pathetic. I know I signed up for the surgery and post-surgery life, but I DID NOT sign up for all this other bullshit. Constant nausea, vomiting, and food withdrawals....if you were me, you would not be a happy camper right now. I'm trying to stay positive, so I'm using sarcasm hardcore right now, but it's not easy.

I'll stop bitching now. I just wanted to let you all know of my progress, or lack of it, anyway. Until next time.

Peace always,

Vanessa

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