Well, the healing is just about over and my first fill has not yet been scheduled. All the post-op swelling is gone and my scars are fading. I feel, most of the time, like I never had surgery. This is good...and bad.
Yesterday was my older daughter's birthday, and I did a great job of avoiding the borthday goodies. Tonight it's much harder--picking at leftovers is my specialty and these are especially enticing. So I come to the computer room to get away from the table, and what happens? My younger daughter helpfully toddles in with a handful of brownie crumbs for me and a big smile on her face. How could I say no?
Now it starts, the familiar refrain: I'm hungry...but I'm on a diet! AARRRGGGGHHHH!!! This is such a familiar feeling and it's one that I hate. I'm anticipating two or three more weeks of wanting to eat like I used to and not having anything between me and those habits. Now I understand about the dreaded pre-fill stage!
Well, the healing is just about over and my first fill has not yet been scheduled. All the post-op swelling is gone and my scars are fading. I feel, most of the time, like I never had surgery. This is good...and bad.
Yesterday was my older daughter's birthday, and I did a great job of avoiding the borthday goodies. Tonight it's much harder--picking at leftovers is my specialty and these are especially enticing. So I come to the computer room to get away from the table, and what happens? My younger daughter helpfully toddles in with a handful of brownie crumbs for me and a big smile on her face. How could I say no?
Now it starts, the familiar refrain: I'm hungry...but I'm on a diet! AARRRGGGGHHHH!!! This is such a familiar feeling and it's one that I hate. I'm anticipating two or three more weeks of wanting to eat like I used to and not having anything between me and those habits. Now I understand about the dreaded pre-fill stage!