But I love bread!
But I HATE bread!
But I LOVE bread!
Dang it all!
Isn’t it pretty?
It’s amazing fresh baked, sliced, and made into a lovely sandwich with mayo, a little Dijon, some nice quality turkey, a little baby swiss cheese.
I love sandwiches.
I HATE SANDWICHES!
Why so conflicted, you ask?
Cause since my “reconfiguration” eating bread has become virtually impossible.
It feels like I’m having a heart attack.
It is often followed by vomiting.
I HATE IT!
I love sandwiches!
But I can’t eat them anymore.
[Insert big sad pouty face here!]
I mistakenly believed for a short period of time that I could eat a sandwich if the bread were toasted enough. It was a fluke. A few stolen moments of sandwich bliss.
Have I mentioned that I went to baking school? That I love bread?
I’m so serious – bread has been my ONE THING that floated my boat – no matter what as a post-op. Granted, bread usually came in 1:1 ratios with butter – but what could be better, right?!
I gotta say, this is rocking my world.
I’m having to adjust.
I’m not so sure I like adjusting.
But adjust I must.
Just call me salad girl from here on out.
[Re-insert big sad pouty face here!]
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Pulling up my big girl panties and moving on with life.