Yes, I finally have my surgery date for my ‘sleeve.’ No, it’s
not a new shirt but I will be able to wear smaller ones pretty soon. Tonight I
shall have my last normal sized dinner and if the Optifast is delivered as
promised, I shall be living on a VLC (very low calorie) diet. For once I shall
willingly use the word diet because this time it is an essential part of the lead-up
process. I must reduce the size of my liver and get into a good food regime so
that when I recover from the April 4th operation, I shall adjust
more quickly to my new world of entre sized meals and that is only after I have
gone through the various stages associated with bariatric surgery.
I am allowing myself a last ‘blast’ but not an over-the-top
bash with all the trimmings. I shall be quite satisfied with a reasonably healthy
Asian option from one of the many restaurants that are scattered along Dominion
Rd in Auckland. Indeed there is a move to declare this long road as New Zealand’s
‘culinary capital.’ That’s a bit stupid in my view because there is not the
ethnic spread that such a title would demand.
Once my Optifast is delivered I shall transition onto a very
strict regime, consisting of shakes, soups and protein bars, with the addition
of one small piece of fruit a day and two small cups of vegetables. Next time I
blog my progress, no doubt I will be missing my normal ‘intake,’ but I will be a
lot healthier as the kilos melt away. If I become a pain in the butt for my
friends, family and colleagues, well they have been warned, but for the most
part I have received nothing but support.
Adios, my friends. Oops---that reminds me of the form I signed
today that allows the surgeon to ‘do things’ if necessary, like fix up a hernia
if there is one. I think I would have known by now if I had that. Onwards and downwards,
my nasty fat cells!