But still a junkie. I’m gonna need to come to terms with this somehow. I’ve realized that I go through periods of using food for something. What thing? I’m not sure. But I need to figure it out. I knew surgery wouldn’t fix my head. It did fix it that I couldn’t indulge my pleasures with such great abandon. And for that I am grateful. But I know that my pouch restriction will not last forever. So that leaves me with dealing with this shit. I have to deal with it and not just rely on my pouch size to keep me in line. I didn’t weight today at all. I don’t plan to tomorrow. Weighing everyday has not been a problem in the past, but right now I feel like I need a break from the scale. So, we’ll see when I get back on. I’m setting some new pedometer goals too. I’ve been wearing it, but slacking off on actual workouts.
Coffee with ff creamer
the delicious blueberry concoction below
beans and chicken
protein shake with banana and PB2
out to dinner – chicken salad – ate half
other half of salad
water and crystal light