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It never ceases to amaze me in the two weeks into this thing, how one day you can feel like a million bucks, and the next, craptacular.

I know, I know, you're all saying, Libby, you had major surgery 2 weeks ago today, you're still healing! Blah blah I know. I still don't want to feel like that though! Yesterday I kept thinking I was ready to go back to work, but today all I want to do is crawl back into bed, and definitely not not eat. I don't even want to think about food today, or water. Usually by this time I've had 24 oz. of water and a protein shake. I went grocery shopping this morning to get some things to make my dear boyfriend a nice birthday dinner, and I literally wanted to die at the store.

Oh well enough complaining. I suppose this is part of the RNY territory...I have read a lot of posts on Obesityhelp.com about one day your pouch being snarky, one day perfect. Guess today is the snarky day.

I have up until today been tolerating all foods I've tried. I will probably start blogging what I eat daily, just as a little reminder for myself. It's my blog and I'll do what I want to :) Ha!
See ya'll later :)

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