I am no longer full. I am, in fact, the opposite of full. I’m also the opposite of awake, alert and content.
I’ve been two days without solid food. In its place are things with no sugar, no fat, few carbs, relatively few calories and not much taste. Well, unless you count the taste that artificial sweeteners leave behind.
The vanilla protein shakes aren’t bad, which I didn’t expect. The chocolate ones are yucky, which I also didn’t expect. I have an equal number of each — and they each have 30g of protein in them, which is key — so finding something to make the chocolate ones more palatable has been paramount. Spirit Guide to the rescue. Throw in a few ice cubes, she says. I do, and, presto, tastes like a McDonald's chocolate shake!
Not really. But they are much better. Another friend suggested dropping in some banana extract, which totally works. Problem solved.
V8 and Chobani Greek yogurt are awesome. Tonight, warm tomato soup hit the spot. Before I go to bed I’ll have some hot tea and tell myself it's a Mexican combo and a couple of tequila shots. Should work like a charm.
Truth is, I’m hungry and my body is too pissed off to cut me any slack. Hell, wouldn’t you be? We went from all the enchiladas, tikka masala and salted caramel brownies we could handle to liquid cardboard with some raw veggies and non-fat yogurt thrown in for good measure. (Yesterday, I was so hungry after work that I stood over the counter inhaling baby carrots like they were potato chips. How far we’ve fallen.)
And I can’t remember the last time my stomach played such a symphony. The rumbling and gurgling has been so loud that it’s attracting the attention of passersby. Only one of them mentioned it. She’s my kid, so I gave her the stink-eye and the whole thing blew over.
There is, my friends, a silver lining. I haven’t had the wretched medicine in two days, and despite wanting to gnaw off my arm, I feel like a million dollars. After six years, no more nausea. You can’t imagine the joy.
Oh, and I’m two days closer to the rest of my life.
Yay me.
Hang in there. The first few miles of a marathon are some of the roughest, and then you find your stride.
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Much love,
j.
I feel for you....I went with no food for five days when I suffered pancreatitis before having my gall bladder out and then on to a liquid diet that was really bland. You just have to look beyond to see the light at the end of tunnel. You have many great friends and family cheering for you. Hang in there...you are a stong woman and you will survive and be all the better for it. Love you. Cathy
ReplyDeleteI am really proud of what you are doing. I didn't know you have Type II diabetes. I also didn't know that whatever you were injecting (insulin?) made you feel nauseous. That ain't no fun. I'm cheering for you, although it may be hard to hear from California. You are one the most interesting people I have met in awhile. I think the blog is a great way of sharing your process. Keep up the good work!
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