I will be six weeks post-op tomorrow.
Sunday I woke up feeling great, and the scale had moved down a bit, all was well in my little world.
Then I did something really stupid, I didn't eat breakfast or lunch. We went out to run errands and by the time I finally got hungry I went from hungry to insanely super hungry in .2 seconds.
Not good you say? not good at all I say.
We went to Red Robin, where I knew I could get a salad and hubby would get a burger, easy right?
he ordered Onion Rings for an appetizer and I said "I'll just have a little one" and that little one turned into THREE, and then my meal came, so did his...and along with his burger were fries, the most delish fries.
I had one, then another and well you know where this is going.
I ate too much, and it HURT, and I knew it would but I didn't stop.
I cannot be trusted around food.
Yesterday I was "good" at work but then I got home starving and did it again. I had way too much for diner, it hurt again and I told myself never again.
Today I stepped on the scale, and I have gained 3 lbs.
I'm having my EAS shake for Breakfast, and will have another one for lunch...and one for dinner, because I feel bloated and gross and I'm really pissed off at myself.
I can't let myself go there, I've got to learn to control myself...I've lost 21 lbs. and that's a lot BUT...I could have lost more this week, if I hadn't lost my mind...I'm really disappointed in myself.