Home, but hungry

So, we got back from Germany last night after one of those fun 19-hour traveling experiences. We arrived only about half an hour later than scheduled, in the early evening just in time to see the sun setting over the mountains. We picked up Montana from the kennel, had an ecstatic reunion with her, went home, and went to bed.

Say what you will about how nice and well-intentioned my in-laws are, and for the most part they are, but visiting them is certainly not a low-stress experience, especially for Torsten, who has to hear all the constant little niggling comments. The trip was fun, and necessary, and we had a very nice party in honor of our wedding on Saturday night, but oh, is it nice to be home. I am actually glad to be back, and working, and in our own space.

Also, I started my pre-surgery liquid diet yesterday. I took the advice of several of you and brought bouillon cubes on the plane, and thank god because otherwise I would have had nothing to eat. Not that hot water with bouillon REALLY qualifies as something to eat, but it holds you over a little bit, you know? When we got home I ate four little cups of sugar-free Jell-O and a popsicle. And that's pretty much the extent of what I'm allowed to eat from now until the surgery on Thursday.

I weighed myself last night because I was curious to see how much weight this liquid diet would cause me to lose, and I hadn't lost any at all. Then I started being annoyed, wondering how I could have possibly gained so much weight in Germany that not eating for a day would only bring me back down to my original weight, and feeling like I was going to be that one ridiculous person who didn't lose any weight on the liquid diet. But I was too tired to think about it, and went to bed.

This morning I weighed myself again and I had lost six pounds. So, there we are. I do not think I actually lost six pounds overnight. I think that my weight last night was skewed high because I had just drunk/eaten a ton of water, and I was retaining it because of the sodium in the bouillon and the flying and all that. But, I do feel better about the whole liquid diet thing. And I am curious to see how much more weight I'll lose over the next two days.

Also, I don't know if it's just because it's early morning or what, but while yesterday afternoon I was pretty much ready to eat my own arm (and starting my liquid diet on a day of being awake for 24 hours straight did not help out with that), today I hardly feel hungry. I assume that will change at some point. Also, I'm struggling to get it through my head that I will not be eating later, you know? Like oh I'll just have some broth now but then tonight there will be dinner. Except that dinner will be more broth. But maybe it's self-preservation that makes me keep forgetting that.

Also, I don't think we ever really adjusted to the time difference while we were in Germany. We went to bed at like 9 p.m. yesterday because we were exhausted from traveling, so I figured we'd wake up at 3 a.m., which would be 11 a.m. German time, but actually I didn't wake up (not counting the four times I had to pee--damn liquid diet) until my alarm went off after 7. So, perhaps that means we won't have to deal with jet lag anymore? We can only hope.

All right, I'm off to have a delicious breakfast of Jell-O and Crystal Light. This surgery had better be worth it.