Oh, the irony. A few weeks ago, a medical emergency sent me to the hospital and required surgery. Now I'm having to make some major lifestyle challenges, including totally different way of eating. I'm not loving it, but it's necessary, so I'm making the best of it.
Tuesday, I got DoorDash from a place where I've been regularly ordering a double cheeseburger, a buffalo chicken panini, fries, onion rings, fried mushrooms, and spinach and artichoke dip as my go to. Instead, I dutifully got a grilled buffalo chicken wrap and a side of steamed broccoli. Halfway through my meal, I got up to get more water from my kitchen. When I came back to my recliner, where I'd been eating off a folding TV table, I pulled down my shirt, which was riding up. When I sat down, I split a seam with a startlingly loud rip. It was a comforting reminder that I am, and always will be, a fatty.
4 months