Two major, monumental, life-altering things happened this week.
First: the good. I got on the scale last night and a number popped up that I haven't seen on a scale in my presence in many, many years. I was so excited I screamed before proceeding to call a bunch of people and share my good news.
This thing is working. I feel it in my body. I feel it in my clothes. I had to postpone my next adjustment because there was no way my surgeon would fill me after the 9 pounds (9 lbs!!!!) I lost since the last fill.
I was so excited I could barely sit still last night.
Now the desperately sad, tormented news of my week. The bread group for me, my best friends the carbohydrates of freshly made doughy bread, warm crusty on the outside, soft and squishy in the inside French, Portuguese, and Italian breads, pastas, rices, and perfectly delicious poppy seed morning bagels are now practically non-existent for me. I try not to even look at them anymore, because I can't really eat them without getting painfully, nauseasly stuck.
It's a brave new world for me, and one that I have to face without my dear friend the bread group, who has comforted me in times of sadness and anger, in cold winter days, and cool summer picnics. *Sigh* You will be dearly missed, my bread group...au revoir, et bonne chance!
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