"Go To The Doctor", they said!

I have been having some minor health issues the last six months.  Everyone told me it sounds like gall gladder issues.  So, two weeks ago, I was in so much pain that I actually called and made an appointment.  Why?   Beecause they all said, "Go to the doctor".  Well, they all suck!  Because now I find myself in a strict dietary hell!  He thinks it is thyroid and, therefore, a special diet is needed.

For the next 21 days my diet consists of the following:

Breakfast:  cereal and a banana
Mid morning snack:  granola bar
Lunch:  a Slim Fast and a granola bar
Mid afternoon snack:  granola bar
Dinner:  light menu of my choice

Folks, this is everyday for 21 freaking days!!!!!  First of all, I am leery of anyone who drinks their meals!  It's just not right!  One must chew their meals not drinking them. Of course the disclaimer here is wine.  I guess you could drink your lunch if it were wine.   Seriously!

I have tickets to the OSU vs. Cincy game on the 27th with pre-game tail gate party.   Who the hell takes a slim fast and a granola bar to a tail-gate party!!!!!!!  Seriously?!?!?!?  I'm freaking out here!

I'm supposed to go the Coshocton County fair in two weeks.  What am I supposed to do?  Slep my slim fast and granola bar there too?!?!?!?!?  Sit back and watch everyone else eat fries, pepperoni on a stick, Lemon Shakeup and  a candy apple while I eat a vanilla slim fast and a freaking Fiber one bar.

How many of these friends who encouraged me to go the doctor are going to step up and support me in my food hell over the next three weeks?!??!?  Shelly already told me she'd do but didn't think she could.  She did promise to not eat in front of me!  Grrrrr….

So guess what I did tonight?  I acted like a spoiled teenager and went out and ate everything bad!  I had potato chips, Coke, Chipotle, Sour Patch kids and wine!

I always try to find a silver lining in everything.  So here it is:  At least I don't have to pack a lunch for school for the next 3 weeks.  I can just keep a supply of everything in my room.

After more bitching and pouting, I know I will see the positive outcomes of this diet.  But in the meantime, I'm stomping my feet, crossing my arms and glaring at the world.  Tomorrow will be a brighter day.

Make Every Day Count…
Denise