I could while away the hours, conversing with the flowers and talking with the rain….
if I only had a brain.
Here’s the deal….I have no control over what goes into my mouth. Yet, I have all the control. I know I haven’t been eating properly for the last month. I know I’m not eating the volumes of food I used to eat. Still, I know I’m not being a “good girl.”
I called Dr. Sonnasteins office to ask for another fill. I feel like I shouldn’t be eating as much and I’m not feeling full. The good thing is that if I get the fill this week, I’ll be back on table food just in time for Christmas. Once a person gets a fill one has to drink the protein shakes for a day, then go with the pureed for a few days. I always like that phase because it keeps me honest. I’m most comfortable with it. It’s simple.
Now, my question is why can’t I be “good” without the fill? I am the Tin Man. The band is Dorothy with the can of oil. It’s working, but I still have to move myself to get the rust out.
Anyone want to volunteer to do the work for me? This is and always will be the hard part.