Sunday, 3 June 2007

2 Week Optifast TORTURE!!!

My surgeon instructed me that I was to stick to and adhere to a 2-week optifast diet. The diet consisted of drinking a meal replacement 3 times a day, drinking 2 litres of water and not cheating. I had to do this for 2 whole weeks.

The purpose of this was apparently to help my liver shake off some fat. I have heard some conflicting reports as to the real purpose on why you need to do the Optifast diet and all I can really say is that you need to ask your surgeon as to why HE/SHE wants you to do this.

Initially I was like “ha! This is going to be sooooo easy”. Now, after the fact it had to be the most challenging and frustrating thing I ever had to experience. The migraines were so intense, my temper was out of control, my emotions were everywhere, and I think I became clinically depressed, as I could not stop crying and feeling so down and blue. I couldn’t speak properly either, as I was always mumbling and tongue-tied.

My each and every thought was about food. I would smell my work colleague’s lunch and my mouth would just fill with saliva. I had the worst tummy rumbles and I was down right hungry. A few of my work colleagues would on a daily basis question me whether I had stuck to the Optifast and this grated on my nerves.

I overheard a work colleague saying this: “yeah right, like she’s going to stick to this optifast diet” and then laughing. On hearing this I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. My feelings were so hurt. I wanted to barge in and yell that THIS was why I never wanted to tell my work colleagues. I bit my tongue, and continued working but the second I walked out of work at home time I burst into tears.

Why are people such jerks?

Anyways, the 2 weeks were probably the most longest and difficult ones I had to endure but my mantra that got me through all this was “That what doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger”.

During these two-weeks it happened to be my 37th birthday. The night of my birthday I spent the evening home alone in my lounge room crying. Crying for all the sad fat years I went through and crying for my new life.

Reney

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