Food... a necessary evil.

I used to love food. Not for the act of eating or the way it made me feel, but for the social aspects it tends to pair well with.

Now, only a month and a bit out from surgery, I am beginning to think of food in a much different way. Not a good way. Not that old "Food as Fuel, Eat to Live" way but more like a "Get this crap outta my mouth!" way.

I swear a hundred dieticians just got goosebumps on their arms. Probably sensing that a fat girl out there somewhere just converted. Sorry folks, I never worshipped food like the stereotypes suggest I should have.

OK that was a bit harsh. A bit. But when you are limited to eating certain foods because everything else tastes off or the texture isn't appetizing or it hits my stomach like a rock, you start to become far more critical than you previously allowed yourself to be.

I love the idea of food now. I love the idea of cooking, but dread the point where I need to taste the dish to test seasoning. I love the idea of Barbeque (not just BBQ, BARBEQUE!). But even the old BBQ sauces I used to love taste terrible now.

Hunger pangs are frequent now. Painfully frequent. I used to get low blood sugar to signal hunger but now I just feel the grumbles of an empty stomach. Every hour and a half.

So with all that aside, I am pleased to have some progress to report. Although I can't determine an exact weight at the moment, I have lost a total of 28" cumulatively off my: Neck, upper arms, chest, waist, hips, thighs and calves. 8 inches from my hips alone.

So my plan of action is to focus on my vitamins, my protein, finding foods I am able to eat and watching the inches melt off!