I feel like a different part of my brain has been activated over the last few weeks. Look at how much we all have to learn to prepare for this surgery. When was the last time you used the words “pyloric valve” in polite conversation, on a regular basis?
Eight weeks ago, I didn’t realize I would be a “sleever”, a “post-op” a “full liquids” stage. I was just me, loving life, my job, my husband, my kids, and reading Sci-Fi if I wanted to learn new words (China Mieville, anyone?)
Unfortunately, today I also know things like “sliders”, “pre-op cheating”, “slow loser”, “stall”, “head hunger”, “weight re-gain”, “falling off the wagon”. And now, these words I’ve never used before have become imbued with emotions, with meaning–and another way to judge myself and others. Now these words are emotion-laden, and I have to work to make them rational. Now, if I’m not careful, I will categorize myself by these words and find another way in which I could be seen to have failed. For someone who is as motivated as am I by the fear of failure, now these can be new weapons.
Unless I refuse to let that happen.
Unless I say to myself and those around me, that everyday that I stick to the plan is a successful day. That everyday I veer off the plan is an opportunity presented to me to triumph the next day. That this is my new life, and I intend to live it, enjoy it, succeed at it, and let the Universe unfold the way it should.
So I will try not to throw out the old, happy life I had, and live instead by one where I can succeed or fail daily based on an outcome I may not be able to control–like when I stall, or what I lose. I can only control what I do, and that part, I know how to live by that.
My Last Diet 
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