Still in the "making alterations" phase of post-op ...
... knowing full well this will be of little or no inspiration to those of you hoping to get a boost from my bandit's blog, I'll just say that as I await fill #1, I am eating whatever I want, however much of it I want, and frankly Scarlett -- not giving much of a damn while I'm at it.
I'd like to be able to write that I've been virtuous, my diet's been pure as the driven snow, and am therefore smugly self-satisifed. But no, none of these are even remotely true.
The one thing I can say is that I've continued my walking routine, even with the bum knee and ankle. At least there is that, right?
People are telling me to be easy on myself. That just sounds like utter nonsense to my addled mind right now. But that probably means it's the most important thing I can hear. When I'm seriously clinically depressed (which I am), I am averse to hearing helpful things because I doubt any of them will help ME.
So this is where I'm at, and it's just me being honest about it.
Thanks for reading ... I sincerely hope you are having a far better day than I, dear reader.