When I got my diagnosis, I did what every self respecting person would do. I began to say my goodbyes. First stop was a frozen custard store, which I said farewell to as I walked out eating swirled chocolate and vanilla custard topped with peanut butter cups, cookie dough, fudge, and almonds.
Next on the list was Noodles and Co. Goodbye to the yummy parmesean crusted chicken breast, penne pasta, and cookies.
With a sick stomach, and a sad heart, I decided I was ready to begin my adventure in the morning, except I didn't know what to eat for breakfast.
When Tuesday morning came, I started out my day with some steamed veggies. Needless to say, the day went downhill quickly. By 10:45, I caved. It was time for some more goodbyes. The remainder of the day was filled with much more junk. Goodbye bread. Goodbye Krispy Kreme. Most sad of all, goodbye chocolate cinnamon gummy bears.
My food consumption was going down hill fast, but my attitude was slowly improving. I had talked to a few key support people in the last 24 hours during my various fits of crying. Here's what I concluded.
No, my life wasn't ending. The doctor didn't tell me I have cancer. I don't have to have surgery. I didn't lose a loved one, a pet, or even my keys. Yes, it was an overwhelming diagnosis, and yes, I am still not sure what I'll do, but I have been given the tools to turn my life around. I went to bed ready for the journey to officially begin.
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