About a year ago, the Daddy and I started talking about moving our family from the little suburb of LA that I grew up in and had lived in (on and off!) for 25 years, and heading about an hour southeast to the place where Daddy spent his 20’s and coincidentally, close to where I was born.
Week 4 was pretty much a normal week for me. The only difference between this week, and one of maybe 6 months ago, it that my food intake is substantially less than what it used to be. And of course, I'm currently quite obsessed with food right now.
Do you remember when you used to be as a single, childless woman free of burdens and responsibilities (well, other than your job, parents, cats, etc.)?
Yeah, OK, go ahead and take a moment. I did just that today, while having "girl time" with one of my besties at the day spa. We took a dip in the Jaccuzi, got a Swedish massage, lunched on a patio... Sigh. Oh, oops, get back on topic.
While being saddled with a handful of kids, a husband and a mortgage was my ultimate life goal since I was a teenager, there are some serious sacrifices that occurred while I was obtaining them. What are the things I miss most? In no specific order…
It’s a game of blog tag. And I just got tagged by Andie of multiplemama. It’s my kind of game… I don’t have to clean out too many cobwebs from the creative side of my brain in order to come up with a blog post. I don’t have to leave my chair and do anything physical (because I already kicked my own butt at the gym today). And no one is going to get hurt playing this game of tag.
My 2 week post-op doctor appt went very well - I was given a hug and a big thumbs up. Doing very well. I am able to move up to the next food intake level. But do you know what? If the shakes weren’t so unappetizing to me, I’d be OK with not eating anymore. I’ve gone 18 days without a single bite of food. I did have a drinkable yogurt or two, and a Jamba Juice on a day when I ran out of drinks and “just had to stop” for sustenance (and sanity).