I'm totally unfamiliar with this type of thought and it is, I am told, vitally important that I adopt this new and different approach. I've spent almost sixty years thinking otherwise. I'm not self-absorbed and I was trained very well in the art of putting everything and everyone else before myself. So, now it's time to think otherwise and it hurts.
I am so blessed. I cannot even think of one thing irregular about my recovery from my Gastric Sleeve surgery and on Tuesday I will go for my six-week check up. I'm waiting for my hair to start falling out but not a strand so far. I have escaped nausea, vomiting, abdominal problems, fatigue and a gamut of other things I am told that others who have preceded me in this crazy thing have suffered.
Thank God, I am still healthy and hearty. But, it takes a lot of work and a lot of thinking to maintain that status.
So, every day, from now on, I am going to think of ME and the things I will need all day to keep me strong and healthy. It doesn't work if I don't and I've had a few days to prove that to ME. I left the house for a whole day yesterday with very few instant sources of protein. Big mistake. I can't go many hours without protein. I do get "hungry" but not often enough and certainly not with the same urgency that my hunger once had. My stomach feels empty at the appropriate times for the most part but getting 60 to 80 grams of protein in a day takes more than hunger signals. It takes diligence and being prepared. This morning, I did it again. I knew my father's food supply was getting low so I took off, did some errands, and then did his and a bit of my own, grocery shopping. Lunchtime passed and when I finally got to his house to deliver the goods, it was well past one o'clock. I was grouchy, lethargic and in a full blown low blood sugar mood from which I did not recover until I ate and called Joe to blow off steam.
From now on, I don't leave home without my "supply". I have a lovely little insulated lunch bag, one I bought especially for this time, I also have a brand new set of plastic containers. Think Bento Box.
I'll pack it up in the morning, pretending I am a child that I am sending off to school.
I am a child. I still have a lot to learn.