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The 12th. Starting my pre-op tomorrow. Ready... Set...

This might sound crazy, but my mother freezes Diet Coke in ice cube trays. The carbonation is gone and you can get a few hits of cola flavor without the risk of drinking a whole can.

Cold brew coffee has way less acid. Also espresso drinks like decaf Americanos. It's the drip and perc brewing that has the high acid.

Hello! I'm new. I'm preparing for VSG surgery, Im approved and just need to select my date. If I could select tomorrow I would, I'm soooooo ready. Or at least I thought so. I'm stalled, because my 40th birthday is 1 month away, and I have friends flying in from around the country to Celebrate, which complicates any liquid pre-op diet. I know I could manage the liquids, but it the no alcohol that gets my panties in a twist. I never realized until now how important wine is to me. It actually makes me a little sad, nervous and depressed to consider going months without a drink. I don't drink everyday, and I don't drink alone, but I drink pretty often because I'm lonely and alcohol soothes that pain. And then the holidays begin. I don't really care about missing out on food, but the social settings are going to be a real challenge. Maybe I should do my surgery in early January? But putting it off makes me I feel like I'm not really ready for the compromises and commitment it takes. Does that mean I'm an alcoholic? Does that mean I'm not as ready as I think I am? Or am I just going through the first stage of grief? Something that I never considered until now... And it's kinda flipped my world. Love to know how sleevers with a love for drinking socially have fared?

Yes, I'll be talking to my therapist soon. The only sign pointing to alcoholism is my reluctance to just commit to moving forward without it, because I really do love the many varieties and flavored of wine. I take vacations to vineyards and attend tastings, and socially it's so much apart of who I am. I love the ambiance and the culture that surrounds wine drinking. I have moments when I'm tired and defeated and want a glass of wine, and this social life has been my family, and my crutch. I don't get drunk, almost never. Two glasses and I'm done, 90% of time. My mother has worked in administration for an alcohol rehab hospital for 40 years, so I know about alcoholism and it's broad definition. I'm just astonished that in all my pre-op reading, therapy sessions and mental preparation it never came up until I was given the green light and figured why I've yet to hit the gas petal.