Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Ice Cream

Oh, ice cream how I love thee!

Oh how I wish I could enjoy a single serving of ice cream and be able to walk away happy. With a big, happy grin on my face like the little one above. But I can't! Ice cream is my addiction. My heroin. My drug of choice. When times get tough I turn to ice cream and unfortunately it goes right through the band with no problems and so I can eat, eat, eat with no problems. I have been struggling lately. Struggling in my mind. I miss being able to eat so much I was uncomfortable. I miss certain foods. I miss being able to drown my sorrows in food. I miss a lot and need some help. I need to find a therapist that knows about food addiction because this is an addiction. I am unhappy with so many things in my life but I don't know that there is a valid reason for the unhappiness. Marriage, work, family, my body, just plain life and everything in-between! Oh don't worry, I am on Prozac but lately it isn't working so well. I am depressed. And it sucks!! Big time! I used to eat myself into a coma when I was depressed and then just sleep but I can't do that anymore. I want to...oh trust me, I want to eat! So...how do I find a therapist that specializes in food addiction? My surgeon's office doesn't have a recommendation and there isn't anyone locally, I have looked. Please tell me this is normal and will pass. Please tell me this is just one of the "stages" of weight loss. I am so hoping it is.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Winter Coat

Winter is quickly approaching and with 53 pounds less blubber, I am chilly! I need to get a winter coat but I don't want to buy one that is too small in hopes that I will lose weight and be comfortable. I don't want to buy one that fits me now because, hopefully, the weight will continue to come off and it will soon be too big. So, what do I do? Does anyone have a coat they would like to donate to me?

Monday, November 1, 2010

That's All....?

I haven't talked to my mom in a week because she was on vacation and she asked how the weight loss was going and I told her that I finally reached 50 lbs lost. She said, "is that all"? I said, "yeah, is that bad"? She said no but thought I lost more because I look like I have lost more than 50 lbs. Oh, ok. I was ready to bitch slap her through the phone!