Let Her (Not) Eat Cake

Last night I had my first work event on the liquid diet.  And for the most part, it was fine.  Presentation by Drexel marketing students who have put together a presentation for our Boutique.  Very cool indeed.

At the break, we all went into a separate room for refreshments which included an elaborate cake which had all the nonprofit organizations' logos who had projects completed for them by the students.

Very sweet.

AND I DID NOT HAVE A BITE!

I certainly was justifying it to myself, believe me.  It was like that scene in Twilight when Edwards sees Bella for the first time and he can smell her blood.  He's overwhelmed with the need to kill her...

That was me and the cake!

Literally walked into the tiny room and could smell the cake.  Its sweet frosting was like a siren call to me.

(Okay, I'm being a little over-dramatic here!  But you get the idea.)

But instead of rationalizing it to myself, I took a bottle of water and sat down at the end of the table.  And let me tell you, there is apparently nothing more conspicuous than a fat girl who says she doesn't want a piece of cake!

At least three people tried to give me cake!  Finally, I said, "I'm having surgery in a week and am on a liquid diet."

The woman next to me, looked over and said, "you're having gastric bypass?"

Caught!

Now, I'm pretty open about the surgery, as you all know.  At first I wasn't sure who I was going to tell for a dozen different reasons.  From the defensive: it really isn't anyone else's business.  To the self-protective:  I don't want to be judged.

But by-and-large, I have been pleasantly surprised by people's reactions.  And this woman's reaction was really nice because she wanted to know all about it.  She ended up distracting me from the overwhelmingly sweet smell of cake in the air by letting me babble on for a few minutes about the procedure.

So, thank you.

And thank you to everyone who has been supportive of my journey here.  Although it's tolerable right now, as my stomach growls at me yet again, I am reminded that this is going to be a daily struggle with ups and downs.  I'm insanely proud of myself for sticking to this 2-week diet with only a couple minor "cheats," I dare say that I'm more strict with myself than my friends are with me!

Today I said I was craving a PB&J sandwich (body has decided it would like some carbs, please!) and Beth said she'd make one so I'd could have a bite.  But no.  I don't NEED a bit.  I just want one.  Instead I took a finger of peanut butter and that helped get my blood sugar up and I didn't feel so weak.

Oh, and the icing on my proverbial cake?   Weighed myself today and I'm down 10 pounds in 8 days.  10 pounds I hope to never see again!