While I’m sitting here sipping on my brocoli soup, and getting full by 1/4 cup of this lovely mouth watering puree of vegetables and milk; I can’t help but think that I will be model-esque in no time! However, I must admit that I am driving myself crazy, and I am DYING for some solid food. It’s been close to one month since I had textured food in my mouth. I don’t even care for the taste, just a little teensy bit of texture–pretty pretty please! The doctors say I will only be able to start eating solids on March 11th of this year, but I seem to be progressing amazingly, so maybe they’ll let me sneak in my 1 oz. of filet mignon before the end of February, or even a piece of salmon sashimi. I walk by people in the food courts of malls eating salmon, and just want to reach over and steal that salmon from them, it’s just so orange and looks full of deliciousness.
I need to express my excitement, that finally for once in my life, I feel like I will be able to fit in. I can’t wait to go to the restaurants with all the skinny girls with low cut shirts and too tight jeans- and order a garden salad, and wait for it… be FULL after five bites. I really didn’t think I would notice a difference, or even ever be cured from my love for food. But as it turns out, I’ve been cured. Literally less than half a cup of soup makes me want to puke my brains out, and I never want to sneak into the fridge to get something more. (Unless its filet mignon, because I’ve been craving that for 28 days now).
Anyway, if anyone would like to join me for my solid food meal on March 11th, I’ll be going for some filet mignon … 1 oz exactly. Can’t wait!