D-Day + 1

The next day was Friday...so thankfully my mum go the kids ready for school & drove them there too. I needed Geoff at home and obviously I couldn't have done it. Sad part was...I attempted to get out of bed to say goodbye to Jazzy and I fell as I was getting out of bed. She was quite upset by this...which in turn, of course, upset me. I did have fleeting thoughts of "what have you done to yourself", "why would you put yourself through this"....but then I realised it was the pain talking, that's all. On the day of my operation, I had been weighed on the scales and had lost a whopping 8kgs since starting the Optifast, two weeks prior. THAT'S why I've done this to myself !! I can feel the kilos falling off. I look in the mirror and wonder where I've gone. It has all become clear to me WHY I've done it, however, the day was hard to get through. It was painful, it was long and then there's the night! Panadeine has been helping.