Staying the Course

After weight loss surgery, you face four weeks of nothing but liquids. Fortunately, this includes a certain amount of yogurt which has become the highpoint of the day. One woman told me that the gummy vitamin C was her treat … this struck me as too sad to contemplate on my own so I thought I’d pass her gloom on to you.

Random thoughts flit through my brain:
• What are my teeth doing during this four weeks? Enjoying the vacation from chewing or fretting about unemployment?
• Should I really join a support group as the surgeon suggests? I mean they do things like exchange recipes. This week put your protein powder in the diet Snapple instead of diet Splash! Pretend it’s a milkshake!
• Am I antisocial because I’m fat or fat because I’m antisocial?

Some of you have sent me helpful hits; Sundry gave me a recipe for a shake involving Banana and Peanut Butter and Spinach that will be a lifesaver in phase two, which I refer to as the mushy weeks. But one question … what is coconut water all about? I know I can google it, but think of the work you’re saving me. And shoving my work onto the backs of others is part of what made me fat to begin with.

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White Rabbit

The Chinese have their years of the rooster, rat, dog, etc. But I have to say, 2011 has been the year of me.

I’m prone to corkscrew myself right into the ground fretting about what to do, what to do, what to do. I’ve spent hours and hours of my life like the White Rabbit, scurrying this way and that. But in 2011, I stopped so much worrying and started a lot more doing.

I made the decision to self publish. I stopped worrying about the brass ring of a traditional publisher. If it happens some day, it happens. In the meantime, I am building my own name.

I made the decision to retire. I stopped worrying about the money and gave my notice. I have to believe I can make it in my next career on the stories I write.

I made the decision I needed weight loss surgery. I stopped worrying that I would feel ashamed, and instead, I feel like I finally took control of the one thing that has defeated me all my life.

Like the White Rabbit, I have a very important date. It’s 2012. I’m blazing hot. And I can’t wait.

NOTE TO STEVE: I miss you, you son of a bitch. Why did you have to go and die this year? That was so rude.

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