I ate my "last meal" at Montana Mike's yesterday evening - it sucked! I wanted my favorite thing - chicke fried chicken and mashed potatoes. The waitress messed up and ordered me a chicken fried steak. First off, I am not a beef eater; second, husband is and he said it still was bad. The mashed potatoes were cold and the gravy had skin. By the time I was able to speak with the waitress, my husband and son were done eating. I said to hell with it. Honestly, I have ate whatever I wanted and when I wanted it for the past month. My food behavior since scheduling my surgery has defenitely made me realize how f'd up my relationship with food has been - I think I do need to keep seeing the head shrink!
Well, time to eat my wonderful pre-op lunch of sugarfree jello and water. Isn't is kind of sad when you are looking forward to suppertime so you can have chicken broth? HA!