I started the ball rolling on this surgery back in May. I met my surgeon in June. I have my surgery 29 Oct.
Tomorrow starts the beginning of two-week all-liquid, protein-packed diet...or LSD (Liver Shrinking Diet) as I am expecting to get a little crazy for the first few days.
So, here I am, the day before, the peak at the beginning of the roller coaster...the last supper, the last bottle of wine...ooh, all of the tough decisions to make, right?
Nope. I've got a cold. I have zero interest in food right now. Nothing. Nadda. No donuts, no pizza, no Pasta. I don't care. I do not want.
I am suspiciously grateful to the universe. I suspect this will only prevent any psychotic sugar crashes. But geez. Really?
How anticlimactic.