Like my dramatic title? It is so very, very true. I can just taste it now. But I can't have it now. It would more than likely get stuck in my "pouch" (the new name for my new stomach) and I'd have to go to the ER like an idiot and confess I had a taco and have it surgically removed! Big sigh. I don't know if I am glad I had this surgery or not. Too late to go back, but I'm so tired of pureed food. I feel like a baby! My stomach won't even tolerate an egg, let alone the beloved taco! I tried eggs twice and got a monster stomach ache. I can have eggs, pureed, clear liquids and bariatric full liquids. I've had so much protein I feel like Popeye!
Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining and am so glad I am losing weight. It's just getting used to the new life style. In one more week I can have soft food....like meat loaf, mashed potatoes, stuff like that. It just seems it's been forever on this "diet"!!!! And I still don't feel like myself before surgery. I'm tired, cranky, sore, my arthritis and fibro is in flare which makes exercise impossible....and then I realize it hasn't even been a month since I had the surgery. So I'll be patient and rely on God. You think HE will give me a taco? Ha!
Sorry to make this short. My back and feet are killing me. My neuropathy is acting up, too, and I mean BAD. The neurontin I take tastes sooooo bad in applesauce (which is how I take ALL my pills is crunched in applesauce!), I make sure to have a "chaser" behind it like something good to drink or a popcicle. I'm hooked on those! I do things in stints. Later on or tomorrow I'll check my email. I can sit up for about 15 minutes and that is it. Life just has to get better as I lose weight, doesn't it? Pretty please? Hope you all are well and I wish the love of God upon all of you.
Thank you for all the support. Speaking of which...I'm going to a support group next week. Maybe that will help, too, to bolster my spirits a bit.
Since everyone loves Jack, I'll post another pic of him:
|Jackie with my husband.|