Well, I've hit 8 days post-op. I'm scared. I can't seem to get enough to eat sometimes.
Sometimes, I am completely satisfied and others it's like I'm ravenous. It makes me feel like I did pre-band.
My family went to dinner tonight and I had three bowls of potato soup with crackers!! I felt like a disgusting, fat pig. I felt like a failure and that I'm never going to win.
In other news, I'm getting a promotion at Lane Bryant! I'm the new Asst. Manager. I don't want to wear their clothes anymore.
I have a man who loves me. His children love me. I would do anything for a friend. I'm a hard-worker. Why is my relationship with food the only thing that I let define me?