Food Addiction

I am addicted to food. Let me rephrase that I am addicted to sugary fatty foods.

I am so afraid of messing up. I wish that this surgery could cure food addiction. I seem to be eating everything that is bad for me. Mostly when I am at home. I know it is boredom and what do I do? I head to the fridge and/or the cabinets trying to find something to eat. Why do I even have the bad stuff in the house? That is a good question. I guess that will be the question I ask myself when I go to the grocery store tonight.

What to do about boredom. Well I could make all kinds of promises but I know that I won't keep those promises. All I want to do when I am at home is sit and watch TV. I don't want to get up and work out or clean the house or get some kind of hobby. I just want my mind to shut off.

Even though the weight is coming off slowly and the inches are coming off, I know in the back of my mind that if I continue to eat the way that I do that I will gain the weight back. That is unacceptable to me. But how do I get my brain to work with me and not against me? Oh this is so hard!!!!

3 Months Post Op

I am 3 months post op!

 Weight

July 29th - 248.8
Sept 7th - 229
Oct 7th - 212.8
Nov 7th - 204.8
Dec 7th - 198.4

So that is a total loss of 50.4lbs since July and 30.6lbs since surgery.

Well I guess we can start off by saying that Thanksgiving went better than I expected it to go. At first I didn't know if I could or wanted to be around anyone since Momma passed away. But I did. And it was wonderful to be around so much of my family. My little sister Angel, hosted her first Thanksgiving dinner at her house. I had small bites of just about everything there. Then my older sister Tonia, had Thanksgiving at her house, and I had small bites of just about everything there. It went very well.

My eating is still the same as last month. Still learning how fast, how much and what I can eat. When I eat sweets, like ice cream, I get a major sugar rush and feel sick to my stomach. That didn't happen before. So guess what, that has curbed my desire for sweets.

I have started walking at the YMCA 1 to 2 times a week. I know that is not much but at least it is something. I take the stairs at work and I park further away from the building.

All of my clothes are so loose now. However, I'm not quite ready for the next size down in pants. I need a little more off from around my belly in order to go down a size.

I feel so much better now. I can walk up the stairs without feeling like I'm going to have a heart attack. I cross my legs all the time now. I can sit indian style. My sons can pick me up like a rag doll. And the best thing I am under 200lbs for the first time in 14 years.

Love my sleeve!