Day 21 pre-op
Day 7 pre-op VLCD.
Dinner last night: Frittata
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Rain: 13.5
Three.bloody.weeks!!!
That’s all… Three weeks from now (touchwood!) I will be one very nervous fat old duck, who will be more than ready for her hospital admission at 12:30.
Its come around quite nice and quickly.
‘People’ said it would, but of course one never believes ‘people’.
But here I am – just 21 days away from making one of the biggest ‘lifestyle choices’ of my entire life.
I’m proud of me, and full of hope for future me…
Yesterday I saw this:
?”Self-care is not an indulgence. Self-care is a discipline. It requires tough-mindedness, a deep and personal understanding of your priorities, and a respect for both yourself and the people you choose to spend your life with.”
Sooo well said..
There are a few things I don’t think I’ve written about so far, so I will endeavour to make a start on that today.
Firstly:
I started taking additional fibre into my diet a couple of weeks ago.
I am using Benefiber which can be purchased from the supermarket.
It is tasteless and therefor easy to add to pretty much anything.
In my determination to start my day right from the get-go, I add two teaspoons to my morning coffee.
I put it into my milk before I add hot water, and it’s stirs in without any trouble, and truly is tasteless!
No doubt as a result of this – but also because of the food regime I am currently on – my bowels are working in probably the best way that they ever have in my whole adult life.
A weird thing:
In the last week to ten days, I have noticed something odd.
I keep swiping into things when I am walking past them.
Like I’m cutting too close to things like doorways, posts, wall corners etc maybe.
I don’t know if my depth perception has gone to shit, or if I am taking up more horizontal space than I actually realise, but its getting very annoying.
Also as a result of this, my arms are now very bruised and scratched up.
As I was heading out the door yesterday, I was unwittingly so close to the door that my sleeve actually got caught on the door-handle and almost spun me a 180 as – being unaware – I kept walking, at speed.
I feel like I really dodged a bullet in my prompt reaction time of realising and being able to come to a stop and move backward quite quickly without major injury.
Phewwww!
