So far, so good...sorta

So it's Monday, 6 days since surgery (5 if you don't count day of surgery).  So far things are going alright.  This is definitely a lot stranger of a feeling then I anticipated.

Weight as of today! 120.2 kg (265 lbs).  So I am down nearly 9 lbs since the day of surgery, and 12 lbs from my highest weight!  Pretty amazing huh?  I'm excited!!

I will say this though, this isn't easy!  I thought I was prepared.  I thought I had done tons of research and was totally ready for this.  But it seems as though that was an err in judgement.  For starters, the diet here is completely different than what my father and those in the states are likely doing.  For that matter, I was told several different things about my diet while I was in the hospital from the medical personnel.  So its taken a few days to figure out who was right and what to do.

The diet I'm on currently has me drinking 2 dl (approx 1 c) of liquid food every 2 hrs.  I'm supposed to take no more than 40 mins to eat this (however it takes me in reality an hr or more).  So I essentially feel like I'm eating allllllllllllll the time.  Probably because I am.  I think all the meals add up to 9 meals a day.  Thank god I'm not lactose intolerant either.  At least half of my meals consist of milk, yogurt, sour milk, or something along those lines.  The rest are things like juice and soup.  Yum!  Aren't you jealous?  I figured with all the soup recipes out there that I'd have no problem with this.  But since I only eat soup 2 out of 9 meals of the day, I find soup isn't the issue.  I'm sick to death of yogurt and smoothies and thing like that.  And I LOVE milk, but man what I'd give to eat a salad or bite into a piece of chicken!!!

While I was in the hospital I wasn't really having much of an issue with cravings or wanting to eat solids.  Even when I was sitting up in the patient lounge area at like 4 in the morning with the night nurse and she had chocolate bars and yogurt and honey dew out on the table I wasn't the least bit phased.  She even said to me it wasn't good for me to sit there with those things in front of me.  And it really didn't bother me.  I wasn't interested.  I really just wanted to read my magazine and go to sleep.  Since being home I find I can't really be in the same room as my boyfriend when he's eating.  Especially if it's something like rice (which is my favorite) or a pizza (which god I miss).  Just smelling it, and I feel this urge to say SCREW IT and bite into it.  Of course, greater sense prevails and I just walk away and eat my yogurt.  lol.  So it's a bit of a work.

It also feels as though time is going by slower now.  Usually the days fly by and before you know it's Christmas or something like that.  Now I'm thinking, good god I have 4 more weeks of this crap?!?!  It feels like i've been eating like this for weeks.  When in reality, it's only been days!  Perhaps it's like when people first go into rehab, and the first few days are like torture but by the end of their 30 days what once seemed impossible now seems totally doable.  I never really thought of myself as a food addict though.  

Maybe i'm just a solid food addict?