It's so frustrating to have this horrid wet and windy weather now after a beautifully sunny start to the week, just like having a main course and not being allowed a pudding. I am all fired up now to garden and still need digging to be done before many things can be planted.
I saw the consultant yesterday, who did my gall bladder removal in November. I am extremely fat and have recently spent three weeks in a clinic to get me going on an exercise and sensible diet routine, which is going well. However, it seems that I may not be allowed to lose weight following this new regime as I have been diagnosed with a marked fatty liver which could lead to cirrhosis (I had wrongly thought this was primarily a problem for alcoholics) if not dealt with relatively quickly. The consultant said he would book me in for a gastric bypass operation for October as he doesn't believe I will be able to lose the huge amount of weight necessary to reverse this situation without surgical help. To say I am stunned would be an understatement. I had been offered a GBP before, just for weight loss, not for anything more sinister associated with my weight, and refused as I couldn't contemplate life with a few spoonsful of food being my future meals. Not sure quite which way to go at the moment.
To cheer myself up, I've changed my header photo to one of plants in my garden last summer, and I can't wait to see them all again, along with new neighbours. Here's a beautiful primrose in the lane.
Three Beautiful Things:
1. My goose Grace, bathing with her new partner, Gerry.
2. This morning, picking in my polytunnel fresh-as-a-daisy salad leaves, beetroot, shallots and herbs to accompany my own free range hens' eggs omelette for lunch.
3. Knowing that a very good friend is arriving to stay with me this week from England.
Three Beautiful Things:
1. My goose Grace, bathing with her new partner, Gerry.
2. This morning, picking in my polytunnel fresh-as-a-daisy salad leaves, beetroot, shallots and herbs to accompany my own free range hens' eggs omelette for lunch.
3. Knowing that a very good friend is arriving to stay with me this week from England.