I didn't hate it...

So, Marie came over last night and brought some juice she'd made. I was scared, to tell you the truth, because it was in a jar and very pulp-y...and very orange. I took a sip and had to fight back a gag. I mean, after all, it was veggies, and we all know how I feel about those things. Well, after the second sip, it was a little better. Each sip got better, in fact, and when I was almost done, I didn't hate it. It's a miracle! :) It definitely needs to be cold, though, and I may have to just down a big chug each time and not sip it. She told us that sipping it was not recommended unless done over a very short period of time, say 5 minutes. We may have to adjust for me because of my stomach size after the gastric bypass surgery. Granted, it's much larger than it was just post-op, but it still gets full really quickly. I'd say it's probably 8 to 10 ounces, and we're supposed to do 16 ounces at a time. Hubby, of course, just downed it with no problem and said, "It's fine" when asked what he thought of it. Get this, y'all...it contained carrots (which was obvious because of the deep orange color), cabbage, a Granny Smith apple and half a lemon.

We're really concerned about being around food, especially the first couple of days, so the plan is most likely to stay at home this weekend and pull each other through the hunger and headaches that most likely will occur. Plus, we probably will reside in the bathroom the majority of those two days...thank God we have two. She did advise last night that, although she would like us to follow through to the 60-day limit, to focus on 30 days right now.

Hubby and I were talking last night, and he said he wondered if I actually thought I'd be happier if I was thin. I told him, "Of course," and he still shook his head. He said, "I think you believe that you'll be happier eating what you want to eat." Possibility. I just can't wrap my head around being thin. Marie asked last night what my lowest weight was post-surgery. I told her 240, and she said, "How would you feel if you were 170, saw people you hadn't seen in 10 years, and they didn't recognize you?" I said it would be awesome, I'd be smiling ear to ear. She said, "But, wouldn't that also be strange?" I thought about that for a minute, and she's right. I've always been fat as long as I can remember. I felt different when I was 240, but it was a good different. I don't know how I'll feel being under 200. I just don't know. She wants us both to journal our physical and emotional feelings through this process. She doesn't care if it's writing phrases, writing a novel, whatever. I didn't tell her I blog, LOL! ;) Thanks for tuning in...