Since I was going to the doctor anyway....

It was a follow up visit.  We covered my blood tests. Perfect. Even the urinalysis which lets face it should be done by some space age vacuum system and not a public bathroom stall with a cup so small Barbie would have trouble going in it.  *shudder* but I digress. Blood results all within their normal range.

I advised my displeasure with the surgical consultation. He wanted to do a gastric sleeve procedure but since I probably had a hiatal hernia anyway...we could start with that and what? Just slip on down there, nudge the liver aside and hack out half my stomach?  Good news! It's outpatient, too! I was there for my hernia (not hiatal but umbilical).  He tells me he won't do that surgery because I'm too large and I'd just get another one anyway. Dipstick!

Antibiotics were prescribed and an unheard of shot was given - since I was there anyway I figured I'd get some good out of it and get a little help to get me back on my feet.

So chit chat out of the way and she was quite comfortable and she segued very casually into the weight portion of the conversation. It's the only thing in my medical chart that she would change, she says.  Well, so would I if bad food didn't taste so yummy!

So we/she agreed that I would look at a small goal to start. She tried to be encouraging and really sell the low carb diet.  If I boil them I could have six eggs for breakfast. Ummmm, ewwwww! And secondly, NO!  Gadzooks, who could eat three dozen eggs in a week?

So... First we will stop coughing up a lung and sounding like a strange heavy breathing phone caller.
Then we will consider giving up the heavenly love that is sourdough toast.

Can I really say goodbye to this?