Today at work I felt extra huge, extra pain and extra foot trouble. I move just like the old folks, only I don't have a walker with yellow tennis balls dragging the floor. I did a lot of leaning on my cart tho and I didn't do much at all besides my common areas and trash. If it looked clean I let it slide. Just waited until it came time to go home.
This would be a time that I would fill up on junk, trying to make myself feel better but as we all know, once it is in your stomach you feel guilty, extra fat and in my case I get heart-burn for a while. I did look at the junk food machine as I drank my lunchtime shake but it was just a passing thought and it didn't bother me. Not even the sugar wafers 10-to-a-package made me get up and go to my locker.
You see, I had locked up my change purse with all the quarters in it and I was too lazy to fetch it out (which was my idea all along). So I finished my shake and dragged my ass back upstairs for the next couple of hours.
The main steps up through the building (versus the elevators) are right outside the break room door. I saw somebody come in and RUN up the steps. In a flash they had reached the first floor and out of sight.
I used to move quickly too, I thought wearily, as I headed to the elevator. People moving quickly seem to amaze me here lately since I've had to slow right down due to the pain.
I thought, if I stick to the shakes and diet meals, and ignore the sweet junk that was slowly killing me, I might come back to myself, with the help of my lap band. So I have to press forward. I have 12 more days of this diet and then the operation, then I will not care to eat a single thing for a few weeks!!! It's liquids, creamy textured, then pureed and mushies and then introduce regular food very gradually. My feet are on the path so I must walk it
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