Mourning

Sounds dramatic I know, but in a way I'm facing the loss of an old friend, a good and reliable friend, but also a somewhat septic, insidious friend, who is always there for you in the tough times or the good times, but one who brings you down, undermines your confidence and slowly, slowly takes over your life......Food.

Whilst walking to work the other day, it suddenly occurred to me that very shortly I will be without this mainstay, my bolt hole on a bad day, my comfort blanket and I felt bereft!

I was shocked at this revelation, I have been thinking just how much food and eating means to me, and whilst I wont be giving up food forever (!!) the change in my diet, the way I eat and how, when and where is going to be huge. Can I cope? that's my main worry right now.

I know that if I fail to stick with my eating plan before the op, I'm putting myself in a lot of danger, having an enlarged liver to shift out the way is not fun for any surgeon fitting a band.
But after? I've been told if I don't stick with the plan, the band is more likely to slip, causing problems....therefore I'm aiming to stay on the straight and narrow.
So I'm going to be losing my two faced friend, thinking about it though, will that be such a bad thing after all??
No more dancing to her tune, no more being controlled by this domineering entity with its siren call when you're feeling down....in fact, cutting loose from this mistress of want and living a life not dominated by her could well be very liberating indeed...
I will dance my own dance and control my own destiny with out the 'help' of my old friend and what exciting prospects lay ahead?? well I guess that's half the adventure, finding ways to cast her aside will be fun and entertaining...at least that's the plan!