sockmonkey
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Well, I was finally called in for surgery this week - I only had 24 hours notice although I had been waiting a while for it. It's classed as 'major surgery' but it's not that major, if you see what I mean. And I'm back home now and doing pretty well, considering so all is good as could be hoped, really.
BUT I've been told I MUST stay well away from SW for the time being. I've got to have a low-fibre, high-fat diet that is pretty much as far removed from SW as can be. They've even gone so far as to say that junk foods and biscuits are a great way of packing in the calories. I mean, seriously the entire NHS seems to run on biscuits. You get the tea trolley three times a day and if you turn down a cuppa and a little pack of jammy dodgers they're there straight away, taking your temperature.
You'd think this would be great wouldn't you? Well it's not. I hate it and I want to cry. Because I can't shop or cook for myself I have zero control what I eat and if I don't want something someone has prepared I feel like a spoilt child so I feel like I can't refuse anything. I don't have much appetite anyway, but I've lost my taste for sugar and fat and grease forever, I hope, and it's all just turning my stomach. All the things I do fancy I can't have. And people really don't understand. They either make a big joke about how typical it is that I've gone all healthy now I've got a golden ticket to eat what I like, or they act like I've been brainwashed into some evil sub-anorexic cult.
I do admit I'm a little pee'ed off that this has happened to spoil everything when I was doing so well but mainly I just want to get some food down me without gagging. It's not about my weight (I promise you that's absolutely my last priority), I just want to give my body what it needs right now without feeling worse than I already do. I'm a bit scared that I'll fall into my old ways but mainly I just wanted to let this steam off to people who are more likely to understand how it feels and not just find it funny.
I do realise there was absolutely no point to this thread but thank you for letting me get all that off my chest.
BUT I've been told I MUST stay well away from SW for the time being. I've got to have a low-fibre, high-fat diet that is pretty much as far removed from SW as can be. They've even gone so far as to say that junk foods and biscuits are a great way of packing in the calories. I mean, seriously the entire NHS seems to run on biscuits. You get the tea trolley three times a day and if you turn down a cuppa and a little pack of jammy dodgers they're there straight away, taking your temperature.
You'd think this would be great wouldn't you? Well it's not. I hate it and I want to cry. Because I can't shop or cook for myself I have zero control what I eat and if I don't want something someone has prepared I feel like a spoilt child so I feel like I can't refuse anything. I don't have much appetite anyway, but I've lost my taste for sugar and fat and grease forever, I hope, and it's all just turning my stomach. All the things I do fancy I can't have. And people really don't understand. They either make a big joke about how typical it is that I've gone all healthy now I've got a golden ticket to eat what I like, or they act like I've been brainwashed into some evil sub-anorexic cult.
I do admit I'm a little pee'ed off that this has happened to spoil everything when I was doing so well but mainly I just want to get some food down me without gagging. It's not about my weight (I promise you that's absolutely my last priority), I just want to give my body what it needs right now without feeling worse than I already do. I'm a bit scared that I'll fall into my old ways but mainly I just wanted to let this steam off to people who are more likely to understand how it feels and not just find it funny.
I do realise there was absolutely no point to this thread but thank you for letting me get all that off my chest.