July 14, 2006
Weaning
Originally posted on the Breast Health Online forum



Betsy wants to know if I'm interested in doughnuts.  

"I'm stopping at Krispy Krack on my way into the office," she says, when she calls to check in from the road.  "Do you want anything?"  

I am prepared to give her my order   --   one Chocolate-Frosted-Quadruple-Artery-Imploding Special  -- but something stops me in mid-request.  I've already had my scrambled egg whites and fruit this morning. There is a chicken and spinach salad in my lunch-hour future.  I've got almonds in my 'emergency rations' drawer, an orange in my purse and a couple of nonfat yogurts in the office fridge in case of blood sugar meltdown. And of course there is the ever-present bottle of ice-cold Calistoga sitting in front of me: my second of the day so far.  (By the end of the day I will be able to float my way down Central Avenue towards home.)  I am making a concerted effort to eat sensibly this month: lots of protein, lots of green leafies, lots of fruit and water and whole grains.  At the same time, I am weaning myself off caffeine, chemicals, herbs, soda, Starburst Tropical Fruit Chews, telemarketers, junky pop culture magazines and all but the most critical of my prescription meds. This is less an effort to drop a few last-minute pounds before my breast reduction   --  although that couldn't hurt: menopause has left me soft and squishy in places I've never been soft and squishy before  --  as it is an effort to make sure I get through the surgery in one piece (and heal optimally afterwards).

Then again  ...  I've got three whole weeks until I'm "Over The Rainbow," as they say on the Breast Health Online message boards.

"I'll skip the coffee," I tell Betsy.  "But bring me a doughnut."

Whut the hell.  It's Friday.





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