I felt like I worked today. I got home from the day of meetings at the hospital and just collapsed on the bed. I hung out with Boots for a while then got my ass up to go food shopping.
As of today, I will probably have surgery at the beginning of December, which would be ok work wise. It is a “down” time, if there ever is one.
We had a nutrition session, a behavioral session and one describing the procedures themselves with a break for lunch.
I know from doing WW for years how to eat healthy. I already knew not to take calcium with the multivitamin or else you are just throwing that money for the calcium away. Sometimes it is just good to hear it again. My friend said I will be so sick of yogurt and cottage cheese after the surgery and that is basically what I took away from the stage eating after the surgery. I thought about getting some cottage cheese tonight but decided to hold off.
There was no guffawing over my not wanting to see the number on the scale today. The weigher was fine with that. I do not want to be about the scale period. They can track my weight if they want. I don’t need to see the number.
I will need lots of behavioral support. My mind is where it all goes wrong, so wrong. Am I really just damaged goods and can’t change the way my brain works? I don’t think so.
On the way home from Hannaford’s tonight, I heard the song, The Way by Fastball. Are you familiar with the song?
I so want to:
They made up their minds
And they started packing
They left before the sun came up that day
An exit to eternal summer slacking
But where were they going
Without ever knowing the way?
I would just pack Boots in the carrier, grab his food and some clothes and get out there. Where? I don’t know.