On and on we tried.
I'm down 20 pounds.
And as soon as I get a fill - it's going to get even better.
I had my 10 day post-op check up yesterday. I look great. The only fly in the ointment? This mysterious itchy rash that's covering my entire stomach and sides. When I say itchy, I mean soul-tearing, gut-wrenching itch. I hadn't slept in 2 nights. The surgeon told me to take some Benadryl and I slept so well last night that I woke up at 10 am today. Nice!
I have been advanced to the mushy/puree stage and it's so exciting. I find that baby food goes down easily as does cottage cheese. I overeat hummus and applesauce, which gives me terrible stomach cramps and the shits. I'm eating too fast and too much - since I have no restriction, it's hard to tell where the cutoff point is. In a month, it'll be easier because I'll just yak up the overflow.
Have I mentioned that I've been doing well with my one cultural event a week resolution? So far, I've been to two museums and am going to try to get tickets to Eddie Izzard for next week. And of course, its Spice Girls on Monday!
I'm off work Monday, so I get to have a good long weekend with SNG. She sent me flowers on Valentine's Day. Don't get me wrong, it was so lovely, but really, that holiday just sucks. There were many V Day's where I didn't have someone (or had Voldemort, which was worse) and it just serves to make you feel like shit for being by yourself.
I'm currently reading Eat Pray Love and while I find bestsellers to be really annoying and rarely worth it, I'm getting a lot of great stuff from her book. Not enough to run off and join an Ashram (not yet), but once in awhile, I can hear God speaking on those pages. There was a great quote about how she has always fallen in love with someone's greatest potential - not the person themselves. Until SNG, that's EXACTLY what I did. And it always ended in disaster.
Oh, and I'm still holding onto the email to Ellen. To send or not send? Or just move on? What to do? I'm afraid of the break, the sure answer that she's gone. Right now, in silence, I can still pretend she's there.
Back to work, but a shout-out to my brother on his 29th birthday and a kiss to noaddedme with relief that she's safe.
What I'm reading: Eat Pray Love.