What I Learnt from being on a Liquid Diet
11 August 2015
I become such an asshole when I'm hungry. I love food. Food forms part of my life. I love the experience that food affords - from cooking at home to catching up with friends over a meal. From creating memories over a carb-fueled pasta evening to breathing in overseas culture through food.
I recently underwent a surgery on my jaw to remove three yucky tumours that had decided to make my mouth home for a few years. I’m sure they were very comfy there as I took them around the world and ensured they enjoyed only the finest food and drinks. Thanks, guys. Appreciate that.
My doctor informed me that I would need to go on a liquid diet for a month following the surgery, because the tumours had eaten away at my (now paper-thin) jawbone and it needed a chance to relax and grow back, so chewing wasn’t going to help. I figured it wouldn’t be too bad. I mean, I love soup. Little did I know I only loved soup if it came with a soft Portuguese roll.
I was a little nervous because my body struggles without meat. I figured this out when I tried vegetarianism twice and proceeded to faint, even with all of the supplements and minerals that you’re meant to take when you quit meat. I knew that I had to take it really easy and fight the natural urge to kick ass at work and live an active life.
A typical day looked like this:
A cup of cold coffee (nothing could be warmer than room temperature)
Half a cup of custard (Woolies trumps Ultra Mel by the way)
Jelly and custard (Pick n Pay comes out tops here) or FroYo (Thanks for the big tubs of goodness, Marcels!)
Room-temperature soup (Oh, and did I mention all soup had to be liquidized within an inch of its life?)
Chocolate mousse (Again, Pick n Pay wins this round)
Painkillers and a protein shake. Boet.
Soup and custard
What I learnt through this was that we take for granted the experience of eating. Textures and temperature play a major role in enjoying a meal. I missed chewing so much and the feeling of hot food jiggling around. I also missed being able to finish a meal in less than two hours. Ugh.
I joked with my surgeon about getting skinny, and my body took me very seriously. I lost a lot of weight – four kilos within two weeks. I felt crap. Also, I didn't want to lose weight. I'm happy with my body. Always have been. I love how I go about having the body I love – exercise and a healthy diet. Starving myself was never an option. I’m very fortunate to be in the position to choose.
Seriously, why would you voluntarily do this to your body? I felt faint. I couldn't focus. I kept stuffing up my copy. I couldn't do decent cardio because I couldn't give it my all. My skin sagged. Thankfully, my ass didn't (thanks, squats.)
What it did teach me is that you can say no to that slab of choccie every night, you just have to be in the right mental state. However, any diet that completely deprives you of a single food group or food type is bullshit. End of story.
But such is the maze that is dieting, fitness and nutrition. Depriving yourself of something may make you feel in control or it may help you lose a few stubborn kilos, but it’s not a long-term solution, nor is it healthy.
We do, however, eat too much or eat the wrong things because it’s accessible. “Oh, hey there, chip bag… You look too full. Let me help.”
I went out for dinner and to braais and people would pity me, but the fact was that, if I ate, there was a chance I could fracture my jaw, so not eating that perfectly-cooked, succulent, juicy steak wasn’t an option. I was in the right mental state to say no to something that was bad for me. Of course, my situation was more serious than others.
Thankfully, the liquid diet was cut a week short and I’m now on a soft diet. I walked out of the doc’s office and the first thing I reached for? Mac and cheese! HOT mac and cheese.
Who knows when I’ll be able to munch on some biltong or bite into a crunchy piece of toast because I have to monitor my jaw for up to ten years, but for now, at least I’m not a hangry asshole.
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