So I go to the doctor and lady doc does my fills. Not too much pain, but I’ve got plenty gain. I am sore from the muscles stretching but what makes me laugh is seeing this 20 year old cleavage on a 40 something body….I will have perky boobs on a sagging butt….so 40 IS the new 20….hahahaha…..speaking of sag….my meeting with the nutritionist did not garner me any new information…carrots instead of cookies; fruit instead of fructose; cauliflower instead of chips. What she did do that my other nutritionist didn’t was ask me to analyze my relationship with food. Analyze? My job is to analyze organizations and people, but food? I took a long time to answer her because I didn’t know how to answer and at that point she was looking like an Oreo...double stuff. I thought ok, I have a palette and I feed it what it wants….that’s the extent of my analysis…she told me to come back next week with a more authentic answer….I don’t like her…
What I did learn was that the choices I make about food today will determine the girth of my ass tomorrow. Is that my analysis? I think not. I could give that to her but something tells me it won’t fly….it’s supposed to be an analysis, my soliloquy sounds like a big purposeful joke….hahahaha…..I’ll sleep on it.
So as I ponder my relationship with food I cannot help but wonder what I will look like after my reconstruction is done. I am swollen, sore and uncomfortable right now but knowing that this is temporary is my consolation. I am not particularly vain but I do not want to look like a cro-magnoid either. So I need to get up off the couch, not eat chips and ice cream and …….SAVE MY LIFE……
***If anyone has some tips for procrastination, please send them with love***
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