I had a rough weekend. I don't know WTF was wrong with me, but I took the celebrating to new extremes and ate some stuff I shouldn't - and I know better.
I guess the whole thing illustrates why I'm in this situation; it's hard to stay on the wagon, so to speak. I should've been feeling so great and so motivated after that dr. visit on Friday, but it's like in my head I was thinking 'I've met my goal, so party on!' Idiotic! Or maybe I felt like I was rewarding myself for reaching that goal? I dunno.
I wasn't doing too badly till Sunday when I went to McDonald's and got a quarter pounder, fries AND cinnamon melts. Huge mistake and lemme tell ya, lesson learned...I was physically ill for the rest of the day and up into the evening. OMG, I was sooo sick. Erich said I'd de-toxed my body the last couple of months then I put crap into it so it made me sick. That makes sense, I suppose. The fact was, it wasn't enjoyable. It was good going down, but even before I was done I was thinking 'Oh shit...what have I done?' I almost hurled from the nausea and the disappointment in myself.
There's a phenomenon after gastric bypass surgery called 'dumping'. Basically, if you eat too much sugar, simple carbs or JUNK, your body will reject it. You will get sick, really sick. I think I had my first dumping episode and I ain't even had the surgery yet!
It's not a mistake I'll make again anytime soon. I have to care about myself more than that, right? I mean seriously...WTF??
So on Monday I had to try and pick myself up and start over, one day at a time.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
July 7
I'm kinda buzzing right now! I feel really good, like I have something to celebrate, something to look forward to. I'm going out for drinks in a little bit to raise a toast to my new life. *clink*
So when I got on the scales this morning, I had the 1-lb. weight loss. I was pretty upset, but I figured it would be ok. Well, when I got to Detroit and hopped on the scale at Dr. Genaw's office, the reading was different by minus 3 lbs. That meant I'd really lost 4 - a total weight loss of 42 pounds since Feb. 9. In the words of Dr. Genaw himself...
WHOO-HOO!!!
LOL! Yeah, he let out a whoop for me when he saw the numbers. Every time I see him, I like him more. He's congenial, funny and he talks like he knows what the hell he's doing. All good things.
My surgery date is July 7. I will go to Henry Ford Hospital on the 6th for my weigh-in and pre-op stuff. I'll be off work for a month. Smack dab in the middle of summer, when everyone in my dept. will want vacation. No two of us can have time off at the same time. I hate that, but there's nothing I can do about it. If it wasn't in July, it may have been postponed till Sept. - I don't want to wait that long. I've waited my whole life for this. It's time to think about ME.
My Bo friends will appreciate this little story. The hospital gives all patients a blue binder to put all the info and appointments throughout the whole process in so you can keep it together and straight. There's a clear sleeve on the front and back. I kept grabbing it and when I'd open it, it'd be upside down or backwards. So I put an autographed pic of Bo in the front sleeve so I'd know which way to hold it and open it. Today, we saw a data collection agent at the hospital - which is just someone who gathers all the info on you for pre-op. I handed her my binder and she rubs the cover with Bo's picture and says, all dreamy like, "Ohhhh....Bo Bice...I like him." Then she giggled. LMAO! He does tend to have that effect on women, huh? That's The Bice Effect. ;-) Then she and I discussed the fabulous-ness of Adam Lambert. Heh.
Dr. Genaw didn't give me another goal to work towards for the pre-op weigh-in. He just said "Keep it up." But I think I'll set a goal for myself - maybe 30 or 35 lbs. It's 10 more weeks, about the same amount of time it took me to lose the 42 I just lost. I'll have to think about it.
So that's my report! I feel good, dude. It's all good.
So when I got on the scales this morning, I had the 1-lb. weight loss. I was pretty upset, but I figured it would be ok. Well, when I got to Detroit and hopped on the scale at Dr. Genaw's office, the reading was different by minus 3 lbs. That meant I'd really lost 4 - a total weight loss of 42 pounds since Feb. 9. In the words of Dr. Genaw himself...
WHOO-HOO!!!
LOL! Yeah, he let out a whoop for me when he saw the numbers. Every time I see him, I like him more. He's congenial, funny and he talks like he knows what the hell he's doing. All good things.
My surgery date is July 7. I will go to Henry Ford Hospital on the 6th for my weigh-in and pre-op stuff. I'll be off work for a month. Smack dab in the middle of summer, when everyone in my dept. will want vacation. No two of us can have time off at the same time. I hate that, but there's nothing I can do about it. If it wasn't in July, it may have been postponed till Sept. - I don't want to wait that long. I've waited my whole life for this. It's time to think about ME.
My Bo friends will appreciate this little story. The hospital gives all patients a blue binder to put all the info and appointments throughout the whole process in so you can keep it together and straight. There's a clear sleeve on the front and back. I kept grabbing it and when I'd open it, it'd be upside down or backwards. So I put an autographed pic of Bo in the front sleeve so I'd know which way to hold it and open it. Today, we saw a data collection agent at the hospital - which is just someone who gathers all the info on you for pre-op. I handed her my binder and she rubs the cover with Bo's picture and says, all dreamy like, "Ohhhh....Bo Bice...I like him." Then she giggled. LMAO! He does tend to have that effect on women, huh? That's The Bice Effect. ;-) Then she and I discussed the fabulous-ness of Adam Lambert. Heh.
Dr. Genaw didn't give me another goal to work towards for the pre-op weigh-in. He just said "Keep it up." But I think I'll set a goal for myself - maybe 30 or 35 lbs. It's 10 more weeks, about the same amount of time it took me to lose the 42 I just lost. I'll have to think about it.
So that's my report! I feel good, dude. It's all good.
CRAP
One pound!! I lost one pound this week, which means I'm one away from my goal of 40. I was pretty damn good this week, too. *heavy sigh*
Well, they did tell me I didn't have to lose the whole 40, so we'll see what happens. I'm sure it'll be ok but DAMNIT!! Piss me off. ONE POUND. Maybe I was stressing about it too much.
It's 5 a.m. and I gotta get my butt in gear for the trip to Detroit. Cross your fingers and toes that everything goes smoothly. Thanks so much for all your support! Now we enter the next phase - pre-op. He might give me another goal to shoot for today after he gives me the surgery date.
*big freakin' cyber hugs*
Well, they did tell me I didn't have to lose the whole 40, so we'll see what happens. I'm sure it'll be ok but DAMNIT!! Piss me off. ONE POUND. Maybe I was stressing about it too much.
It's 5 a.m. and I gotta get my butt in gear for the trip to Detroit. Cross your fingers and toes that everything goes smoothly. Thanks so much for all your support! Now we enter the next phase - pre-op. He might give me another goal to shoot for today after he gives me the surgery date.
*big freakin' cyber hugs*
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Crunch time
Well, the good news is I lost five more pounds. So that's a total of 38 - two more to go to reach the goal. The bad news is, I only have one week left. So next Friday when I get on the scale, I need to see a two-pound loss. Also on that day, Erich and I will be making the drive to Detroit to see Dr. Genaw and get my surgery date.
As the appointment with Dr. Genaw grows closer, I find myself getting nervous about the surgery itself. It will be done laparoscopically and I'll be in the hospital three to four days. Then I'll enter a period gastric bypass patients lovingly refer to as "Hell Week". Now, I don't want to ever be voluntarily involved in anything comparable to being engulfed in fire and brimstone. This is why I never became a Navy Seal (har har).
There is a message board on Yahoo for Canadian gastric bypass patients at Henry Ford. People have said, about Hell Week, "I've never been in so much pain in my life." These are people who have given birth. Note I've never done that, either. I'm kind of a wuss when it comes to pain.
Then there's the psychological aspect of not being able to eat. For one week before and up to three weeks after the surgery, you don't eat. Just liquids - broth, Jell-O, popsicles. Supposedly, post-op, you are not physically hungry. Well, I often eat when I'm not "physically hungry". That could be one of the biggest challenges. It's a long time to not be able to eat ANYTHING. Then after the liquids, it's soft food only. It will be up to seven weeks post-op before I can start to eat somewhat normally again.
Everyone I talk to who has had the surgery says all that crap is worth it in the end. I intellectually know that, but these blogs might get mighty bitchy around week 3 (or week 1) when Cindy has had nothing to eat but Jell-O and chicken broth. Should be interesting to see how I respond to that.
A lot of people have asked me if I'm nervous. Hell yes I am. But I'm more nervous about having a heart attack and dying by the time I'm 45. Desperate times call for desperate measures. The one thing I'm glad about is that no one has accused me, yet, of taking the "easy way out". I have read nothing about this surgery indicating there's anything easy about it.
On another note, I'm really starting to feel my weight loss. My pants are much bigger now; my rings are falling off my fingers. I'm tightening the straps on my bras (TMI?). I get full so much quicker now. Last night the weather was so beautiful up here we decided to have a barbecue. I ate a cheeseburger for the first time in 2 months. Just one - plus a hot dog and a tiny piece of chicken. I was stuffed. Two months ago, I would've had no problem eating 2 burgers, 2 hot dogs and a piece of chicken or two.
I notice little things like that and it gives me strength. Lets me know maybe I can really do this. I'm scared, but I feel like this is my last shot to be healthy so I'm gonna go for it.
As the appointment with Dr. Genaw grows closer, I find myself getting nervous about the surgery itself. It will be done laparoscopically and I'll be in the hospital three to four days. Then I'll enter a period gastric bypass patients lovingly refer to as "Hell Week". Now, I don't want to ever be voluntarily involved in anything comparable to being engulfed in fire and brimstone. This is why I never became a Navy Seal (har har).
There is a message board on Yahoo for Canadian gastric bypass patients at Henry Ford. People have said, about Hell Week, "I've never been in so much pain in my life." These are people who have given birth. Note I've never done that, either. I'm kind of a wuss when it comes to pain.
Then there's the psychological aspect of not being able to eat. For one week before and up to three weeks after the surgery, you don't eat. Just liquids - broth, Jell-O, popsicles. Supposedly, post-op, you are not physically hungry. Well, I often eat when I'm not "physically hungry". That could be one of the biggest challenges. It's a long time to not be able to eat ANYTHING. Then after the liquids, it's soft food only. It will be up to seven weeks post-op before I can start to eat somewhat normally again.
Everyone I talk to who has had the surgery says all that crap is worth it in the end. I intellectually know that, but these blogs might get mighty bitchy around week 3 (or week 1) when Cindy has had nothing to eat but Jell-O and chicken broth. Should be interesting to see how I respond to that.
A lot of people have asked me if I'm nervous. Hell yes I am. But I'm more nervous about having a heart attack and dying by the time I'm 45. Desperate times call for desperate measures. The one thing I'm glad about is that no one has accused me, yet, of taking the "easy way out". I have read nothing about this surgery indicating there's anything easy about it.
On another note, I'm really starting to feel my weight loss. My pants are much bigger now; my rings are falling off my fingers. I'm tightening the straps on my bras (TMI?). I get full so much quicker now. Last night the weather was so beautiful up here we decided to have a barbecue. I ate a cheeseburger for the first time in 2 months. Just one - plus a hot dog and a tiny piece of chicken. I was stuffed. Two months ago, I would've had no problem eating 2 burgers, 2 hot dogs and a piece of chicken or two.
I notice little things like that and it gives me strength. Lets me know maybe I can really do this. I'm scared, but I feel like this is my last shot to be healthy so I'm gonna go for it.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Ah, the pound
There it was on my scale Friday morning. One single. Stupid. Pound. Yep, I gained a pound last week. Not good. Now I have to lose seven pounds in two weeks. *heavy sigh*
I gained a pound around this time last month. You make the call as to why. *ahem*
Well, I just have to work harder. Be stronger and push myself. I'll walk, I'll swim, I'll....'chair exercise'. I ain't gonna starve myself though. I'll have plenty of time for that later. Did you know I'll be on a liquid diet for TWO WEEKS, one before and one after the surgery? Then more weeks of soft foods only. I won't be eating for WEEKS, dude. So I ain't starving myself now.
I don't think Dr. Genaw will kill me if I go in there having only lost 36 or 38 lbs. They did specifically tell me that I didn't have to lose the whole 40. But that's my goal, so that's what I'm going for. I'll be disappointed with anything less. I'm too hard on myself sometimes but I'm working on that.
Cross your fingers for me, people!
I gained a pound around this time last month. You make the call as to why. *ahem*
Well, I just have to work harder. Be stronger and push myself. I'll walk, I'll swim, I'll....'chair exercise'. I ain't gonna starve myself though. I'll have plenty of time for that later. Did you know I'll be on a liquid diet for TWO WEEKS, one before and one after the surgery? Then more weeks of soft foods only. I won't be eating for WEEKS, dude. So I ain't starving myself now.
I don't think Dr. Genaw will kill me if I go in there having only lost 36 or 38 lbs. They did specifically tell me that I didn't have to lose the whole 40. But that's my goal, so that's what I'm going for. I'll be disappointed with anything less. I'm too hard on myself sometimes but I'm working on that.
Cross your fingers for me, people!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Much ado about nothing
So I went to Detroit and Henry Ford Hospital for my 3 appointments on Tuesday. Erich went with me - he works nights so he came home, didn't go to sleep, then waited for me to get up at 5 a.m. so we could leave by 6. My first appointment was at 11 a.m. and you never know what kind of line/scene might be waiting at the border so we had to have plenty of travel time.
It went really well. I worried a lot over nothing (as usual). LOL! They were all really happy with my weight loss and kept telling me how amazing that was. I guess it's just starting to sink in that maybe it really IS an amazing feat. 34 lbs. in two months is pretty good.
The psychologist visit, first up, was fine. She asked me A LOT of questions and we delved into everything from stress at work to problems with the kid to me not remembering periods of my childhood to my Bo obsession. LOL! She was tickled about that, absolutely knew who he was (I'm always thrilled when people remember him...and most do) and told me being a part of a group like that and letting loose at shows, being with friends, was a wonderful thing for my psyche. I already could've told her that. :) I guess I seemed fairly sane to her. LMAO! I can also go back anytime I like or if I feel like I'm just not myself. The whole process of this surgery, pre-op to weight loss, is very, very stressful. She said 'You're an educated woman and you know when you need some help. It's up to you to ask for it.' True enough.
The medical clearance dr. just asked me a bunch of questions and went over everything I'd already told my surgeon (Dr. Genaw) back in February. Almost everything she asked me I said 'no' to. Finally I said 'I guess I've been lucky' - not to have more health problems than I do, that is. She goes 'Yes, you have been. You're a young woman, though and when you have this surgery and lose your weight, you will be fine.' She did a physical exam and stuff. I've always been worried about my heart. My lower legs swell easily and pink up - worried about that. She looked at all my tests and checked out my legs, etc. I was in there for a long time. Anyway, at the end she told me everything looked fine and cleared me for the surgery. She told me I was pretty healthy and active for someone my size. So I was glad to hear that.
The exercise assessment was NOTHING. I mean, I was picturing having to run on a treadmill or something with a personal trainer screaming at me to 'keep going'!! No, we met in her office and she asked me a bunch of questions. She was very pleased about my swimming and walking but told me to try and increase the amount of exercise I did. She said I could try chair exercises a few days a week in addition to what I already do, since the pain factor is what keeps me from doing more. Chair exercises are good for people with arthritis and back issues.
So all in all, it couldn't have gone any better! I guess I'm sane, fairly healthy and am doing pretty much everything right with my diet and exercise. *whew* Now I just have to lose those last 6 pounds before the 24th and Dr. Genaw will give me my surgery date.
As always, thanks so much for the support. I don't know how I'd get through this process without all of you.
It went really well. I worried a lot over nothing (as usual). LOL! They were all really happy with my weight loss and kept telling me how amazing that was. I guess it's just starting to sink in that maybe it really IS an amazing feat. 34 lbs. in two months is pretty good.
The psychologist visit, first up, was fine. She asked me A LOT of questions and we delved into everything from stress at work to problems with the kid to me not remembering periods of my childhood to my Bo obsession. LOL! She was tickled about that, absolutely knew who he was (I'm always thrilled when people remember him...and most do) and told me being a part of a group like that and letting loose at shows, being with friends, was a wonderful thing for my psyche. I already could've told her that. :) I guess I seemed fairly sane to her. LMAO! I can also go back anytime I like or if I feel like I'm just not myself. The whole process of this surgery, pre-op to weight loss, is very, very stressful. She said 'You're an educated woman and you know when you need some help. It's up to you to ask for it.' True enough.
The medical clearance dr. just asked me a bunch of questions and went over everything I'd already told my surgeon (Dr. Genaw) back in February. Almost everything she asked me I said 'no' to. Finally I said 'I guess I've been lucky' - not to have more health problems than I do, that is. She goes 'Yes, you have been. You're a young woman, though and when you have this surgery and lose your weight, you will be fine.' She did a physical exam and stuff. I've always been worried about my heart. My lower legs swell easily and pink up - worried about that. She looked at all my tests and checked out my legs, etc. I was in there for a long time. Anyway, at the end she told me everything looked fine and cleared me for the surgery. She told me I was pretty healthy and active for someone my size. So I was glad to hear that.
The exercise assessment was NOTHING. I mean, I was picturing having to run on a treadmill or something with a personal trainer screaming at me to 'keep going'!! No, we met in her office and she asked me a bunch of questions. She was very pleased about my swimming and walking but told me to try and increase the amount of exercise I did. She said I could try chair exercises a few days a week in addition to what I already do, since the pain factor is what keeps me from doing more. Chair exercises are good for people with arthritis and back issues.
So all in all, it couldn't have gone any better! I guess I'm sane, fairly healthy and am doing pretty much everything right with my diet and exercise. *whew* Now I just have to lose those last 6 pounds before the 24th and Dr. Genaw will give me my surgery date.
As always, thanks so much for the support. I don't know how I'd get through this process without all of you.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Three dates on Tuesday
This Tuesday, I go to Detroit for my appointments with a psychologist, exercise specialist and the medical clearance doctor at Henry Ford. Not worried about medical clearance. Not TOO worried about the psychologist (though Erich tells me that's the one he's worried about...LOL) but the exercise specialist? Yeah, a little concerned.
Supposedly, she will determine how fit I am. It's called an "exercise assessment". Um, what? What does that mean? I keep picturing Jillian from The Biggest Loser shrieking "I don't care if it hurts!!! Give me 10 more!!! Push yourself!!! You're a baby!! You're a quitter!!" Dude, I'll have to hurt the chick. Seriously. My personality doesn't lend itself well to that stuff. This is why I never joined a sports team, the army, etc. I immediately push back against someone pushing me. Which is good and bad, I suppose.
Erich pointed out that they do this surgery on people in walkers and stuff. Which is true because even when I was there before, there were definitely people in walkers and on oxygen. So if they can pass this "assessment", then maybe I shouldn't be so concerned.
The shrink should be interesting. Listen: I have issues. I know we all do, but people in my situation have SERIOUS issues or we wouldn't be in this situation. At least that's how I see it. I recognize some of mine and am working on others. What I'm concerned about is what will this guy bring out in me that I don't realize or know about? I scared but also intrigued and excited. I cry easily and I worry that might be construed as a weakness...if I get too emotional he might tell me I need to work on things before I can be cleared for the surgery. Yikes.
I guess we'll have to see how it goes. I'm more concerned about these 3 appointments than I am about meeting my weight loss goal and seeing Dr. Genaw on the 24th! I haven't been sleeping well. I need to chill out.
I lost 4 pounds last week for a total of 34. Six more to lose by the 24th. Keep crossing your fingers! I love each and every one of you. :)
Supposedly, she will determine how fit I am. It's called an "exercise assessment". Um, what? What does that mean? I keep picturing Jillian from The Biggest Loser shrieking "I don't care if it hurts!!! Give me 10 more!!! Push yourself!!! You're a baby!! You're a quitter!!" Dude, I'll have to hurt the chick. Seriously. My personality doesn't lend itself well to that stuff. This is why I never joined a sports team, the army, etc. I immediately push back against someone pushing me. Which is good and bad, I suppose.
Erich pointed out that they do this surgery on people in walkers and stuff. Which is true because even when I was there before, there were definitely people in walkers and on oxygen. So if they can pass this "assessment", then maybe I shouldn't be so concerned.
The shrink should be interesting. Listen: I have issues. I know we all do, but people in my situation have SERIOUS issues or we wouldn't be in this situation. At least that's how I see it. I recognize some of mine and am working on others. What I'm concerned about is what will this guy bring out in me that I don't realize or know about? I scared but also intrigued and excited. I cry easily and I worry that might be construed as a weakness...if I get too emotional he might tell me I need to work on things before I can be cleared for the surgery. Yikes.
I guess we'll have to see how it goes. I'm more concerned about these 3 appointments than I am about meeting my weight loss goal and seeing Dr. Genaw on the 24th! I haven't been sleeping well. I need to chill out.
I lost 4 pounds last week for a total of 34. Six more to lose by the 24th. Keep crossing your fingers! I love each and every one of you. :)
Thursday, April 2, 2009
What kind of "deal" is this?
My kitchen ceiling was being re-done today and we had to get everything out so the landlord could come in with the contractor and fix it. So, I didn't get a chance to make my lunch for today. I'm typically lazy and do it in the morning. I should do it at night, but hey. Whatever. :)
I've bought lunch out a few times since starting this thing and I've been proud of making good choices - grilled chicken and baked potato and Wendy's, for example. McDonald's has a fruit and yogurt parfait that I really like so I decided to go there today. I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich, the yogurt and a small diet cola. Simple enough, right?
So I get to the window to pick my food up and she hands me a medium drink. Now, Canada is lagging behind the U.S. in the super-size fast-food containers but catching on fast. A medium is still a medium up here, not a small. But I thought perhaps that had changed, so I asked
"Is this a small?"
The woman at the window said "No, that's a medium. With the meal deal, you get a medium."
"I didn't order a meal deal." I intentionally did NOT order a meal deal.
"Oh, well it's cheaper, so she must've just rang it in that way. If you want a small, we can't give you the deal."
She hands me a bag that I know contains a sandwich and fries. I'm getting pissed. I'm already stressed out over my appointments in Detroit on Tuesday with the exercise assessment, the psych assessment and nutritionist. I've had a crappy day at work and I'm not in the mood. Actually....I AM in the mood for fries, which is specifically why I didn't order them!!
"Do I have fries, too?....*sigh*...Well, I guess if I got the meal deal, I get fries..."
"Yeah.." She hands me the yogurt, separately.
"Do I have a spoon?" I rummage around in the bag. "NO, I guess not." But I do have fries. Yeppers, sure do. And they smell awesome.
"Sorry about that," she says and hands me the spoon. I was not a happy camper and this idiot probably thought to herself, 'geez, we saved you money and you're pissed off!'
I drive to the parking lot, intent on rolling the windows down and reading, enjoying the spring weather (gorgeous day!). I cannot stop thinking about those freakin' fries. I really want them. In about 5 seconds flat, I realize I gotta get rid of them or I will eat every. single. one.
I grab them and hold them away from me like a dirty diaper. Then I RAN to the nearest trash can, plucked ONE from the container and ate it, then tossed them in. I shook my head and went back to the car, where I proceeded to burst into tears.
Now, why in the hell was I crying, you ask? Well, I didn't really know at first. I got even more pissed off that I was crying...and when I get mad, I cry. So I cried more. I got a hold of myself in a couple minutes, though. Wow! Such an unexpected rush of emotion.
Stress? Anger? I dunno, but it was weird.
I'm thinking maybe they should ask people if it's ok before they do that switch crap, you know? Do I have to tell the little speaker "Dumb ass...do not give me fries. I don't care if it's cheaper." It's ridiculous. I guess they thought they were doing me a favor but um, no. I don't need any deals like that.
I guess I'll just stick with Wendy's, where I can choose my side!
I've bought lunch out a few times since starting this thing and I've been proud of making good choices - grilled chicken and baked potato and Wendy's, for example. McDonald's has a fruit and yogurt parfait that I really like so I decided to go there today. I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich, the yogurt and a small diet cola. Simple enough, right?
So I get to the window to pick my food up and she hands me a medium drink. Now, Canada is lagging behind the U.S. in the super-size fast-food containers but catching on fast. A medium is still a medium up here, not a small. But I thought perhaps that had changed, so I asked
"Is this a small?"
The woman at the window said "No, that's a medium. With the meal deal, you get a medium."
"I didn't order a meal deal." I intentionally did NOT order a meal deal.
"Oh, well it's cheaper, so she must've just rang it in that way. If you want a small, we can't give you the deal."
She hands me a bag that I know contains a sandwich and fries. I'm getting pissed. I'm already stressed out over my appointments in Detroit on Tuesday with the exercise assessment, the psych assessment and nutritionist. I've had a crappy day at work and I'm not in the mood. Actually....I AM in the mood for fries, which is specifically why I didn't order them!!
"Do I have fries, too?....*sigh*...Well, I guess if I got the meal deal, I get fries..."
"Yeah.." She hands me the yogurt, separately.
"Do I have a spoon?" I rummage around in the bag. "NO, I guess not." But I do have fries. Yeppers, sure do. And they smell awesome.
"Sorry about that," she says and hands me the spoon. I was not a happy camper and this idiot probably thought to herself, 'geez, we saved you money and you're pissed off!'
I drive to the parking lot, intent on rolling the windows down and reading, enjoying the spring weather (gorgeous day!). I cannot stop thinking about those freakin' fries. I really want them. In about 5 seconds flat, I realize I gotta get rid of them or I will eat every. single. one.
I grab them and hold them away from me like a dirty diaper. Then I RAN to the nearest trash can, plucked ONE from the container and ate it, then tossed them in. I shook my head and went back to the car, where I proceeded to burst into tears.
Now, why in the hell was I crying, you ask? Well, I didn't really know at first. I got even more pissed off that I was crying...and when I get mad, I cry. So I cried more. I got a hold of myself in a couple minutes, though. Wow! Such an unexpected rush of emotion.
Stress? Anger? I dunno, but it was weird.
I'm thinking maybe they should ask people if it's ok before they do that switch crap, you know? Do I have to tell the little speaker "Dumb ass...do not give me fries. I don't care if it's cheaper." It's ridiculous. I guess they thought they were doing me a favor but um, no. I don't need any deals like that.
I guess I'll just stick with Wendy's, where I can choose my side!
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