Ever psych yourself up for something and then it doesn't happen. Like when you really have to sneeze. You scrunch up your face, close your eyes, take a deep breath in, and....nothing.
Yup, my gastric bypass surgery was postposed. Only a week, but still. I'd already started fasting. And I am a bitch when I don't eat (I have several co-workers, vendors, and worker's comp lawyers that can now attest to this).
Yet I don't feel as though I have a "reprieve" or "stay of execution." I feel let down. And yeah, I can eat carbs for another 7 days, but what is the point, really? It feels like a punishment. I never thought I'd say that. I guess this means I'm ready...
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