Posts Tagged anxiety

Day THIRTY-THREE

The day so far has been very uneventful, most notable was that I did my treadmill and weight workout this morning and that we saw our accountant and we now finally can file our 2008 (yes, I know) business and personal taxes.

It is my first milk day of the last 4 milk days before I begin with transition. Can you tell that I am counting?

Less than a week and I can have some fish! I’m a bit worried what 5 days veggies will do for me, because – very much the opposite of some on the list – veggies day don’t get my bathroom visits stuck but rather have my digestive system go full force (my husband says it’s all the ‘roughage’ causing it) and after 2 days it gets close to upsetting my stomach. Acidophilus & Bifidus help calming, but 5 days in a row with nothing but veggies and a little lean protein? But this will be something I’ll be facing in a week and will try not to worry too much about it right now.

One thing which is strongly on my mind are all the foods I am looking forward to again incorporate more and more into my life and so many things I want to cook. As mentioned in my posting Cooking and baking in the future, I do have a list in my mind. And, instead of going back to that posting over and over again to append to the list, I decided to dedicate a whole page to it. Thus, here and now and in advance I will apologize if this list of goodies to come will tempt you – best not even to go and look at it if you have a hard time resisting!

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The End of the Beginning

All research, reading, education, listening, practicing, shopping for food has been done. The first set of beads has been set and secured with the skin colored bandage. I’ll be surprised if they still in place tomorrow morning. Having a cat who goes wild licking bandages does not support the slight hope of them holding. Furthermore, my short hair of course isn’t covering them and I feel definitely a tad silly. What we all do for vanity or for reaching a goal!

The feeling of being terrorized by the idea of going onto a “with a twist starvation diet” which I had this morning, has meanwhile sunken into my stomach where it is tangled together, a knot indeed.

The last Heath bar enjoyed, the last chocolate ice cream devoured, all to compensate for the cravings coming my way quite certainly… we even stopped by Wendy’s for dinner – let me explain, I go to Fast Food places once every three years. Max. This might give some insight into the magnitude of my desperation.

To end my misery and to change it to glory, I decided to end this evening with a tiny drop of wine and a note here. Impressive how much better I feel to end the beginning now in this manner.

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