My Last Day! - And other random thoughts.

Today is my last day of eating like a fat person - my pre-op diet starts tomorrow. I'm required to restrict my carbs, but I have no other requirements.

Last night I went low carb grocery shopping. Never before have I done a low carb diet, so I'm really at a loss to what's considered "low." Initially, I thought I'd do no carbs, but then when I started looking at stuff, I realized that there's quite a bit of stuff that they specifically told me to eat that has at least a few carbs in it. So that makes me confused about where to draw the line. I obviously avoided bread, pasta, rice, and beans, but I didn't know where to stand on peanut butter, for example. I bought a couple of things I wasn't sure about, so I'll be emailing the nutritionist today.

I bought A LOT of meat. I never buy that much meat. The total was a shocker, I'm used to living on pretty cheap pasta and such.

Moving on . . .

Another thing happened last night that reinforced the weirdness around my in-laws (see previous post) - While I was out shopping, my dad called me last night and started asking me about my upcoming travel/surgery dates. He goes, "So you'll be able to call me the night of surgery to let me know how you're doing?" My ILs have never asked for us to do that. And this is coming from the people who NEED to know every medical issue. They want to know when my kids have an ear infection, even when they have a cough for goodness sake. They got super mad at my FIL's stepmom (who lives several hours away) when she was hospitalized overnight for dehydration, but didn't tell them. They really want to know that stuff. So again, it's just weird that they seem to have no interest in me and what I'm doing. I just don't get it.

I asked my hubby last night if he has any idea why his parents don't seem to care about this surgery. He goes, "I guarantee it's because they have no earthly idea how to approach the topic." Now this is totally characteristic of them. My ILs work in extremes. They're either super involved/interested, or won't touch the topic with a 10 ft pole. When my first daughter was born, they must have been afraid of intruding, because as soon as they left from visiting us in the hospital, they didn't call. I mean nothing. No "how's she doing?"; "how's Kim feeling?". This went on for several months. They would rarely come visit, and when they did, they'd stay for an hour, and then go sleep on the floor of my sister-in-law's apartment, instead of using the guest bedroom that they'd used at our house for years. They wouldn't even ride in a car with us if we were heading out for dinner or something. And this was their first grandchild. Honestly, my hubby and I were pretty hurt by their behavior, and we started mentioning to his sisters how it's so weird that they don't seem to want to have anything to do with their grandbaby. One if his sisters was in high school at the time, so she still lived at home. She started in on her folks telling them that its ridiculous to keep avoiding us, when they want so badly to spend time with their granddaughter. There was never any real turning point, they just slowly outgrew it. They're normal with the kids now, but it was a weird first couple of months at the beginning.

So, my hubby's probably right. They're probably at home worried as hell that I won't survive surgery and pouring over the internet trying to figure out how this band works. But they won't ask one single question, or ask to be informed of my well being. It's just so weird. My dad is so much easier to deal with - he just calls me up and asks a question, and I answer it. So much less drama.

Anyway, moving on again . . .

We took my before pictures last night. What a friggin' wake up call. I should have taken "before pics" years ago, I'd be a heck of a lot skinnier now! Wow. I did some clothed, and some in my skivvies. Man, it was horrible. I didn't know I had so much back fat. So gross. My first thoughts when I saw them were, "Why on earth is my hubby still wanting to sleep with me?!?!" Nasty.

But, as we discussed afterward, this will be the worst time. When I do it in a month, I'll feel better about it.

I think I'll try to post the clothed pics tomorrow, along with my official starting weight. I'll probably save the half naked ones for later.