A new look at old me

I am recovering nicely from the bariatric surgery and my weight has dropped nicely. I'm tired of liquid. I'm ready for a steak. At least I thought I was. So I tried some soup with some pieces in it and I have found out that I'm not ready for steak. Or even crackers. I go back to the Doctor a week from Tuesday and I get the dreaded pureed food. One of my friends had a broken jaw many years ago. He's not in love with pureed food. Especially pureed pizza. So how am I to handle the next phase? I'm hoping spices will help. I can imagine pureed chicken in broth with a little curry or some chicken spice. Maybe a puree of crab meat with lemon. Scaring you yet? It does me. I've read that nothing tastes as good as skinny feels. I understand in a way. But right now, I want both.

Dreaming

I have forgotten her name. She lives in California and is a jewelry designer with her own shop. I'm impressed with her because she looks very comfortable in her own skin. She is obviously a beautiful woman and has a style all her own. I've always aspired to that and to exude confidence. I'm not good at it. Even when I seem confident I'm not.  I had hoped that by the time I hit 60 I'd be there. Does it ever happen? I'm still waiting.