It's The Little Things

Sometimes progress can't be measured in strides.  It's the little things that matter  Not sure if I heard that somewhere or if I just made it up but I like it.  So unless you find you find that someone said it before me please give me recognition.  That's a joke folks.

You have to stop and treasure the little things.  The little strides.  I'm somewhat fearful to try a few things.  Like do the shorts fit?  Or the jeans and pretty pink bra.

Someday soon I'll get the courage to try them on.  Until then I'll continue to wear the fattest clothes but I will rejoice in the one small stride that occured.

When I got out of the shower, and dried off my body I wrapped the towel around me and it closed.  No gap in front where my fat pokes through like it is playing peekaboo.  That might not seem like a lot to some of you but I honestly can't tell you the last time I was able to have that happen.

I almost cried.  Almost.  The people in my support group tell me that this surgery will play with your emotions.  Well I guess it has.  I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve here lately and it seems as if someone is punching me in my arm.  

Hopefully this coming Friday, July 31st I will be cleared for Phase III Bariatric soft foods.  A friend asked me if I had any cravings yet.  Yes I do,  food.  Food I can chew.  I am sick of soup, jello and yogurt.  I want eggs, well egg substitute, and I want cheese on those eggs.  I miss Tabasco sauce.  I miss the thinly sliced deli meat that I will be able to eat on this phase and the soft vegetables that I can mash with a fork.  Funny though, I don't miss sweets.  A Facebook friend posted pictures of pies and I really wasn't moved at all.  Sweets have no appeal to me.  I know I can't have them really but I can have nourishing food.

Yesterday was the anniversary of a dear friend's death.  I will always miss Lonnie.  Some friends of mine lost a woman that they loved dearly last night.  I really feel for them and the pain they are going through today I see them talk about the things they loved so much about her and the great impact she had on them.  It truly is the little things.