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For me, I can have anything that is less thick than the shakes. So broths/soups (strained, of course) are ok. I'm drinking a lot of protein drinks my doc gave me before surgery. I think it's interesting you get jello. My doc told me no on jello. All docs are different. But I think the standard is two weeks of liquid hell.

I’m on day 10 and I’m starting to feel like I’m on “Survivor” – please vote me off the island! At least they get rice and beans between challenges. This liquid diet is a killer. Week one was great because the weight was pouring off, now I feel like I have to diet on my diet just to take off more weight. I know I shouldn’t be stressed as it adds more stress to be stressed. All I can think about is food right now. And is it just me, or is food everywhere you look? Work is impossible. Even watching my favorite shows has lost its lackluster without a good meal. Walking and drinking, walking and drinking… I’m a lap band zombie! On my way to work this morning, I saw a woman with a McDonalds bag (I don’t even really like McDonalds) and I was ready to hop out of my car and jump her for her Egg McMuffin! The Cadburry bunny has become number one on my hit list. I’m ready to shoot a cute little bunny carrying chocolate. That is what it has come to. So “mushies” begin on Saturday, which is going to be more exciting than Christmas! I can’t get ahead of myself since it is only Monday. Any mushie suggestions would be amazing. Oh guess what? Time for a walk and a shake!

Thank you all so much for your supportive comments. It's definitely going to be a journey, but one worth taking! I'm drinking a shake right now and feeling pretty good. I'm only 6 days away from "mushies" (sounds like a weird sex thing like plushies and furries)! Determine-Gem... I totally didn't mean to frighten you and I think you should do what you feel is right for you. I'm pretty sure it's like one of those things a few months out and you forget what you went through. I'm not there yet, so I'm complaining. Just think margaritas and guacamole... no chips! LOL! Just make sure you have someone with you the first few days to help you up and down, as that was the hardest part for me. And walk the pain off. It seems like it would cause more pain, but the more you walk the less pain you're in. Crazy, I know. Good luck and keep us posted!

I decided to get a lap band after one of my dear friends had it done and told me it was the best decision of his life! Six months later, he still felt that way even though going out to dinner with him was an unusual experience. Mexican for him consisted of two margaritas and spoonfuls of guacamole sans chips! He kept telling me how amazing it was and you don't even feel it. So after lots of deliberation, I found a wonderful surgeon and started the process... and what a process that was. My psych evaluation had some of the strangest questions ever and had I answered yes to any of them forget the lap band, send me straight to the nut house. But luckily I passed and my insurance cleared me for take-off. In my mind, I'd wake up to a krispy kream donut, eat one bite and be on my way home. It was definitely a rude awakening and felt a little like the movie "Death Becomes Her" after Meryl Streep has taken the potion, and Isabella Rossellini says “and now a warning…” Suddenly, I feel like I’ve woken up after being caught in a dark alley and I’ve been beaten in the stomach and can only drink liquids for the next year of my life (ok, it’s only two weeks, but it’s like a year in foodie years). It had been explained to me that this is what it would be like, but my brain was obviously in denial. I’m officially 7 days in and can’t believe I made it this far! For the first few days I was nervous about what I’d gotten myself into (who am I kidding, I still kinda feel that way), but am also excited about being reborn (to the food world anyway). I’m on the other side and it feels good, but scary. I feel like I’m going through this alone even though my husband has been amazing (but I still hate him when he’s eating in the other room). The pains are foreign to me, but are subsiding every day -- the weird tremors, the hiccups, itchy sutures, catching my breath and feeling like a water balloon half full. I see other people’s blogs who have the surgery and return to their normal lives by Monday… these are super people. I am not a super person. And as much as I would like to return to my donut/pizza/candy eating ways there is a gravity of responsibility that comes with this gift. I realize that I can’t just eat guacamole by the spoonful. I need to be mindful of my relationship with food and re-evaluate it. And there’s the deep fried thought for Friday!