Anxiety
So... I am 7 months out and doing pretty well. My surgeon predicted that I would lose avout 85 pounds, which I am at now. I still hope to lose another 30 pounds or so, and it has been going good... I am developing some good habits, and learning how to deal with scary food situations. But.
Today was my first day without two jobs. I quit both on Friday so that I can move to a farm and open a campground. I am moving back to live with my wife, away from my mother temporarily. I also had my daughter over the weekend and took her back to college this morning. That aleays gets me, because I just love her to death and miss her when she is gone.
After I dropped my daughter off, well actually while I was dropping her off, I got a little emotional. It just got worse and worse, and then I realized that I wanted to eat. But I do not do that anymore. Anxiety just seemed to well up out of me and that is really the first time since surgery that it overwhelmed me. My daughter stsyed for a few more minutes and we discussed that this is exciting but still a huge change, and she went about her day and I went about mine but not really.
I ended up going shopping and bought some new tops and smaller jeans, which I needed, and the ladies at the store commented on how small I look in them. I did not spend too much, but OMG. So much anxiety that I thought I did not have. The thought to eat is still in there, and it is strong. I see now that it was hiding, or taking a break, but I have not dealt with it.
Yikes. This is a scary new world.
Yup. Thanks! I am so glad I can come here, post and there are people *****ally get it. And new clothes are helpful too ;)
I'm another emotional eater too so you are definitely not alone. At nearly 5 years out I've come to realize that this will always be a struggle for me. I often journal my feelings now when I get upset,worried or stressed as it forces me to get them out instead of burying them under a pile of food lIke I used to before surgery. We are all a work in progress and some days are easier than others. We just have to each take life one choice at a time. Congratulations on the smaller jeans too. I still want to laugh when people tell me I'm tiny. Just not a word I thought I would ever hear linked to my name.
I know right? I bought a size Petite Medium sweater today. Lol'ling the entire time. I never guessed I would be a petite anything.
Drug/Alcohol addicts deal with this sort of thing all the time. For them it's literally "one day at a time"
Personally I've been focusing on how much control I have over what I eat. It's easy now because I'm an infant RNYer but I know the day is coming when my pouch will accept more. Hopefully I'll be ready to cope when that super stressful day comes.
Today was my first "one day at a time" day but it was literally one minute at a time. Having this forum filled with people who understand the struggle is more helpful than I can say.
My hospital/bariatric surgical unit runs 2 monthly support groups and I went to one of the meetings as part of my pre-surgical process. It was a real eye-opener. People like me learn from hearing about other folks struggles. I truly appreciate you sharing your story.