The Stream of Consciousness Has Its Headwaters In My Mouth

I went to a fun hillbilly-themed party this weekend. I couldn't fit into my overalls (which used to be my dad's). So I wore the big Dickies I wear nearly every day (my new "fat pants") and put on a bandana and my gas station shirt. My friend Paula took loads of pictures.

With the surgery coming up, I was already looking at readymade meal options. Last time I had this surgery, I didn't feel like cooking or preparing food at all. I practically lived on cereal because it was the easiest thing I had. I was considering buying Medifast meals this time since I haven't had any immediately success with my 3 weeks so far of eating low glycemic PLUS it would solve the readymade thing. But I kept telling myself I couldn't be lazy, that I needed to save money. And that I could do that by using the crockpot and just eating less. But seeing the photos of me from that party disgusted me. So many of the women there looked so great and I look horrible because of this stupid Syndrome X Michelin Man physique. So I signed up for a month of Medifast. Even if I don't lose any of this damned weight, at least I won't have to cook while recovering from surgery.