Sunday, 31st August 2014
John had gone out for the day, fishing, so it was just me and Ash in the house. As soon as I opened the fridge, I spotted the birthday cake Ash had brought home from the party and I instantly rebelled.
I'd been so good the night before, but I just couldn't resist putting two small pieces of cake into my mouth, chewing thorougly and then swallowing it down with some milk.
The stupid thing is, I didn't really enjoy the cake and felt instantly guilty afterwards.
During the day, I become more and more fed up with my diet and made a decision to contact the bariatric nurse on Monday, to ask if I could fast track myself onto the pureed stage.
I also made the decision to cook spare ribs for John and Ash for dinner and I was determined to have one.
Dinnertime came and I asked John for a rib. I really enjoyed it and made sure to chew thoroughly before swallowing. I experienced wind pain and sat for a while watching tv, waiting for the wind to disipate.
John then offered me another rib, immediately appologised, saying he shouldn't have and before he could say anything else, I took another one.
As soon as I'd eaten it, I realised I'd make a huge mistake. My stomach rebelled and I had to rush to the bathroom. Afterwards, I had indigestion pain in my back and felt very sorry for myself.
I don't think I'll be calling the nurse tomorrow after all.
Monday, 1 September 2014
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