I had a pretty stressful day at work yesterday, especially yesterday morning. At lunch I had this HUGE craving to go pig out on one of my favorite pre-sleeve meals at Wendy's. Yesterday at the time it was extremely frustrating that I knew I couldn't do that. To add to my frustration I ate my turkey and cottage cheese way too fast and couldn't even finish that. Now 18 hours later I look back at it a couple things hit me. For one I am glad I can't do that anymore. And two, was I an emotional eater before? I never really thought I was, but I am beginning to see that I was/am.
Another mental thing I am coming across is that I equate football with eating. It has been frustrating the past few weeks watching football and not being able to snack/gorge myself of those pre-sleeve snacks all day long.
This surgery has been quite a bit more mental than I was expecting.
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